Emanuelle in America (1976)



 

Warning: this review contains graphic depictions of sex and nudity

 



AKA: Black Emanuelle - Stunden wilder Lust (West Germany)

 

Dir: Joe D'Amato

 

Starring: Laura Gemser, Gabriele Tinti, Lorraine De Selle

You want sleaze? Well look no further, as director JoeD’Amato serves up this infamous slice of sexploitation from 1977. The fourth and the last (for now) in my D’Amato series sees the lascivious Laura Gemser return as intrepid photojournalist Emanuelle as she explores the seedy parties of Americas rich and famous in order to bag that “big scoop”, while mixing business with pleasure.

Emanuelle in America is also the fourth instalment in the Black Emanuelle series of films. With the intention of cashing-in on the popular French sex film Emmanuelle (1974) starring Sylvia Kristel, director Bitto Albertini released Black Emanuelle (dropping an ‘m’ to avoid copyright) in 1975 and cast Laura Gemser in the lead role.  The plan worked and the film was a big hit in Europe and, as a consequence spawned several ‘sequels’.  After Albertini’s Black Emanuelle 2 (starring Shulamith Lasri in the title role) Joe D’Amato took over the series, directing five further films: Emanuelle in Bangkok (1976), Emanuelle Around the World (1977), Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals (1977) [see my review here], Emanuelle and the White Slave Trade (1978) and this film. Nearly all of these films feature a very episodic plot, following the hedonistic journalist as she jumps from one scenario to the next throughout the movie.  With each successive release came even more sex and sleaze.

 

Emanuelle in America is the sleaziest of the lot and is probably the most well-known (notorious) of the series.  It’s most infamous scene comes a quarter of the way through the film. As Emanuelle infiltrates a modern day harem, she witnesses a woman entering a stable and masturbating a horse. Where this movie is different from the rest of the series is that it is set in the developed west, while the other films whisked our heroine off to strange, remote locations in the developing world. This can be viewed as a bit of social commentary on excess and debauchery of more affluent states.

 

One thing I always liked about these movies is the titular female character. Emanuelle is a strong independent woman who is successful in her work and, of course, loves sex.  Without jumping into a feminist rant here, the character of Emanuelle is a faithful portrayal of many women in contemporary society – something that is not always captured accurately on screen.

 

Things take an unexpected and dark turn towards the end of the film as Emanuelle infiltrates an underground snuff film ring and only just walks away with her life.  This storyline comes out of nowhere and is totally out of touch with the rest of the film.

Emanuelle in America does contain a lot of sex but is not pornography. There are only one or two scenes of hardcore footage, such as close-ups of fellatio and the aforementioned horse masturbation scene, but these are very brief. Indeed, so is most of the sex in this film. The sex scenes only last a couple of minutes each, which does help the film’s pacing. A special mention to Lorraine De Selle (Cannibal Ferox), one of my favourite grindhouse beauties, who cameos here in a steamy (but brief) lesbian scene.

For fans of 1970s Euro sleaze, Emanuelle in America is at the forefront of the sub-genre. I’ve enjoyed this mini-series of D’Amato reviews but I’m going end it right there for the time being to post about some different types of movies. But I will return to D’Amato as he’s one of my favourite directors of exploitation films.

 



Erotic Nights of the Living Dead (1980)

 

 

Warning: this review contains graphic descriptions of sex

 

 

 

AKA: Sexy Nights of the Living Dead, Queen of the Zombies

 

 

Dir: Joe D'Amato

 

 

Starring: Laura Gemser, George Eastman, Dirce Funari, Mark Shannon

 

 



 

What’s this? Mark Shannon, George Eastman and Dirce Funari fucking on a Caribbean island and then being attacked by zombies? Sound familiar? Well it should, ‘Erotic Nights of the Living Dead’ shares the same cast and setting as Porno Holocaust, with pretty much the same plot too. One of the differences between the two, though, is an appearance in this movie by the resplendent form of Laura Gemser – which gives it some major brownie points in my book.

 The third instalment in my Joe D’Amato series, Erotic Nights was shot back-to-back with Porno Holocaust and the two aren’t exactly worlds apart as a result. I won’t bother discussing the plot because I’d just be repeating myself.

 

That’s not to say this movie doesn’t mix things up a bit. After a bit part in Holocaust, George Eastman (Antropophagus and this films writer) takes the lead this time with Mark Shannon in support.  It’s quite funny, because both Eastman and LauraGemser were evidently not comfortable having real sex on camera. D’Amato doesn’t even try to hide the fact: in the scenes where their characters get intimate, Eastman keeps his trousers on the whole time! No such hesitation from the rest of the cast though as we’re treated to more endless scenes of penetrative sex on camera, warts and all (literally – looking at you Mark Shannon!)

The problem with being so similar to Holocaust is that Erotic Nights shares a lot of that film’s shortcomings. Like its predecessor this film is also at least 30 minutes too long with very little to show for it. Whereas on first viewing Porno Holocaust, I could just about tolerate the running time. During this movie I kept anxiously looking at my watch, begging for the thing to end.

However, like this films predecessor the horror portion of the film keeps things interesting.  The zombie effects are decent and the gore, though brief, is well-done. What’s more there’s a whole graveyard full of zombies instead of just one this time.

So out of the two films, which one is better? Personally, I prefer Porno Holocaust – it’s piles on more of the sleaze. But that’s just my own personal preference. Like I say, they pretty much run together, so your favourite may depend on which one you watch first.

Porno Holocaust (1981)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Warning: This review contains graphic descriptions of sex

 

 

 

AKA: Sex Killer: Mutant Overgrown Man-Child, Orgasmo Nero II - Insel der Zombies

 

 

Dir: Joe D'Amato

 

 

Starring: Mark Shannon, George Eastman, Dirce Funari, Annj Goren

 

 



The early 1980s was certainly a unique time for film; one we’re unlikely to experience anything of it’s like again. I mean, when else could a movie like Porno Holocaust possibly be made?

The second instalment in my Joe D’Amato season is a sleazy cocktail of gore-filled horror and hardcore pornography that only signor Massaccesi could dream up. It’s a film I simply find fascinating in a rather bizarre way. Probably because this is a movie very much of its time; something that one could not possibly comprehend existing in today’s world.

Italian porn star Mark Shannon heads up a team of scientists (George Eastman, Dirce Funari and Annj Goren) who take a trip to a remote Caribbean island to investigate suspected effects of radiation pollution. Once there however, they are stalked by a vicious mutated zombie who begins picking off members of their expedition one-by-one.

 



Of course, this synopsis of the movie’s plot doesn’t account for the many scenes of hardcore sex that occur throughout. It’s this unique cross-over of pornography and horror that’s the films major attraction for me.  Modern day porn is so formulaic; its producers wouldn’t dare propose an idea like this. This would all be academic if the horror elements didn’t deliver, but, though not perfect, it works. The gore set pieces and the monster’s make-up effects aren’t phoned in as you might expect. It seems there was a genuine effort made to make the horror elements convincing. 

 

The flip side to the porn/horror crossover is that this is probably not an ideal movie for porn lovers. The jump from the erotic to the grotesque would be quite off-putting if you were simply watching this movie for arousal. But then again that’s the great thing about Porno Holocaust: it can’t be pigeon holed. 

 

Another bone of contention with critics of this film – one that I’m inclined to agree with – is the length of its running time. Porno Holocaust clocks in at just short of two hours. That’s an awful lot of time to spend on a story that involves people fucking on an island and being bumped off by a zombie! Though I personally didn’t find the film boring, I did have to stop myself checking the clock at times.

 

Many of these Italian exploitation films can be for the most part forgettable, but they often contain a scene(s) that will stick in your mind after the film has finished. This might be a nice gory special effect, a really gross moment or just something downright bizarre. In Porno Holocaust such a scene arrives around the half-way point, and it involves the monster sticking it’s erect zombified penis into the mouth of a woman and killing her with it’s toxic semen! Wow.

Porno Holocaust will probably bore a lot of people with its bare-bones story, plodding pace and over-long running time but it’s interesting if you’re looking for something a bit more ‘out there’ from the usual sexploitation stuff.

 

 

 

Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals (1977)

 

Warning: This review contains spoilers, nudity and scenes of bloody violence

 

 

AKA: Emanuelle e gli ultimi cannibali

 

Dir: Joe D'Amato

 

Starring: Laura Gemser, Gabriele Tinti, Neives Navarro, Donald O'Brien, Monica Zanchi

 

 



I’ve watched a lot of Joe D’Amato films recently, so I got the idea to dedicate a brief series of reviews to some of his (IMHO, that is) best works. D’Amato is one of the greatest exploitation directors, and certainly one of the most prolific, having made over a hundred films. He’s probably best remembered for his sexploitation flicks, most notably the Black Emanuelle films starring Laura Gemser, but D’Amato did also dabble in his fair share of horror and Giallo movies too – not to mention some quite innovative crossovers between hardcore porn and horror. Let’s kick off this series then with one of those crossover movies, the cannibal/sexploitation hybrid that is Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals.

Like Cannibal Ferox (1981) this movie starts off oddly in the urban jungle of New York rather than the conventional jungles of South America. Our intrepid protagonist Emanuelle is undercover at a psychiatric hospital hoping for a juicy story. And wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly what she finds as all hell starts to break loose; a nurse runs, terrified, through the clinic, blood gushing everywhere. One of the patients got a bit peckish, it seems, and took a bite out of the nurse’s breast!  

After the patient (Dirce Funari) is restrained, we discover, before she ended up here, she was a captive a tribe of cannibals living deep in the Amazon jungle. While everyone’s asleep, Emanuelle sneaks into the patient’s room to get a better look. Snapping away with her camera, disguised as a doll, she discovers a weird tattoo above the patients, uh, ‘pubic area’. And in case you didn’t realise what type of movie this was right away, the patient is of course not wearing any underwear. What a surprise.

Back at her office, Emanuelle shows the snaps to her editor. Convinced there’s a hot story here (no pun intended) she tries to convince him to let her organise an expedition to the Amazon to find this tribe of cannibals known as the Apiacas. He agrees but only if she can find an anthropologist to come with her, you know, to fuck along way.  The lucky stud is Professor Mark Lester (Gabriele Tinti) who hits it off with Emanuelle right away. He invites her back to his pad to show her ... uh, a guy getting his dick cut off! Nice, way to kill the mood there Mark. Yeah that’s right; Mark shows Emanuelle some documentary footage of cannibals in Africa castrating a victim, which conveniently zooms in to show us the gory details. He explains to her that it is part of some sort of tribal ritual. But enough plot development for now, let’s get down to our first sex scene. And what better way to end a first date than a quick shag underneath a pier. And they say romance is dead.

If that was all a bit too brief for you, fear not, there’s another sex scene ‘round the corner, shown in flashback as our happy couple head to the airport. Did I ever mention how gorgeous Laura Gemser is by the way? Mark and Emauelle then hop on a plane and before you can say 'Mountain of the Cannibal God' they reach their destination.  The pair are greeted by an old friend of Mark’s, Wilkes, and his daughter Isabelle (Monica Zanchi).  Wilkes suggests that Mark track down Father Morales, who has been living amongst the natives for years. But I’m a little tired after that long flight, show me another sex scene. Well you’re in luck, because Mark and Emanuelle once again start making the beast with two backs. Only this time the lovely Isabelle is watching in.

 

 

Come the morning, the expedition heads out into the jungle to find Father Morales. After a long boat ride, it’s time for our lascivious female lead to cool off a bit. And this is my favourite part of the whole movie. No it’s not Laura Gemser and Monica Zanchi, both naked, washing each other – a close second! – it’s the random chimpanzee that shows up and starts puffing away on a cigarette! Don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen that in a movie before. Better cut down there Dunston, that’ll stunt your growth. In all seriousness, I’m very impressed with the way he handled that lighter. I’m even prepared to overlook the slight inaccuracy that there are no chimps in the Amazon because I liked this scene so much.

 

Well I enjoyed that, but the plot must go on. Emanuelle’s been a bit quiet lately, that is until she’s attacked by an enormous python! But if I know these cannibal movies (and I’ve seen WAY too many than I should) and how they treat animals I’d be worried for the snake right now. And sure enough, the poor reptile gets a bullet through the head. The shot was fired by Donald McKenzie (Donald O’Brien) who allows the expedition to stay at his camp. However, Donald reveals the horrific fate of Father Morales’ mission. Turns out the padre got on the wrong side of the natives and they had him for lunch along with his followers. This is particularly upsetting news for Sister Angela, who has been tagging along. But no time to grieve, on with the movie.

  

 Our motley crew arrive at the McKenzie’s camp and Donald introduces them to his wife Maggie (the ravishing Nieves Navarro), as well as their muscular guide Salvador. Donald’s a hunter and the kind of brute who hunts exotic animals just for the hell of it, or to make up for some sort of inadequacy. Would you know it, it’s the latter as he fails to satisfy his horny wife in the bedroom. Instead, Maggie goes off with Salvador to get her rocks off. Despite their problems, something’s keeping them together. More on that later.

The next morning, our heroes are confronted with some bad news: their canoe is gone and so is the McKenzie’s. Even if they wanted to they can’t turn back now so they move on, with the bickering couple in tow.  I’m starting to get bored, where the hell are the cannibals?! We’ll get to them soon, but first we pause as Donald tries to cop a feel for Monica Zanchi. Of course she doesn’t take too kindly to this and Mark intervenes and lays the smack down on Donald. It’s worth reminding everyone at this point that the film is called Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals but it’s been over an hour and we haven’t seen any cannibals and Laura Gemser’s been pretty anonymous since the movie left New York.

 

Alright, you want action? Well here it comes, as poor Sister Angela is abducted by the cannibals. They tie her to a tree, gut her and slice off one of her breasts! Yikes, that was almost worth the wait. Our heroes go in search of Sister Angela and Donald makes an interesting discovery. He finds the remains of a plane crash including a bag full of diamonds. Turns out that’s what he and Maggie were doing out here in the first place. They’re so delighted that they start making love right there and then, only for the cannibals to show up and take them both hostage. Isabelle is also captured, but Mark and Emanuelle manage to escape.

 

The cannibals take their hostages to their camp and perform a ritual sacrifice on Donald and Maggie. Mark and Emanuelle witness this horror from a safe distance but for some reason do nothing to prevent it. The cannibals have something else in mind for poor Isabella though.  They lay her on the floor naked and several of the male natives begin to rape her – I don’t know, some kind of savage ritual. Emanuelle comes up with a bright idea: she emerges naked from the water, attempting to mimic the Apiacas’ Goddess of the Water. This distracts the cannibals and allows Isabelle to escape. The three manage to retrieve their canoe and head back to civilisation. Emanuelle has her ‘scoop of the century’.

 

Emanuelle and theLast Cannibals is one of D’Amato’s better attempts at the cross-genre movie. Fans of the Italian Cannibal sub-genre will find it tedious, but it’s a decent jungle adventure film with a couple of early sex scenes, and there are some pretty cool gore set-pieces which are just about worth waiting for. Despite it being titled as an Emanuelle film, Laura Gemser, as mentioned, takes a back seat for most of the films middle act but is as playful as ever in the opening scenes. Of course, if that doesn’t take your fancy, hello, smoking monkey!

Anthropophagus (1980)

 

WARNING: This review contains SPOILERS and scenes of bloody violence

 

AKA: Grim Reaper

Dir: Joe D'Amato

Starring: Tisa Farrow, Saverio Vallone, Serena Grandi, Mark Bodin, George Eastman, Zora Kerova. 

A gory classic. Prolific Italian sexploitation peddler Joe D’Amato (aka Aristide Massaccesi) created a cult classic with his first attempt at an exclusively horror-minded film. Although he was no newcomer to horror, his previous efforts tended to mix porn with horror, with the former tending to dominate (e.g. Erotic Nights of the Living Dead, Love Goddess of the Cannibals and Porno Holocaust – see what I mean!) Unfortunately, Antropophagus (aka Grim Reaper) gained notoriety in Britain as it became a Video Nasty after it ended up on the DPP’s most wanted list. But that probably added to the cult surrounding the film.

The film opens with a German couple holidaying on a Mediterranean island who meet a grisly end (this scene also features a shameless rip off of Jaws). We then meet Julie, played by Tisa Farrow (Zombie Flesh Eaters [1979]) who hitches a ride to the island with a group of friends including pregnant Maggie (Vanessa Steiger aka Serena Grandi) and Clairvoyant Carol (Zora Kerova of Cannibal Ferox [1981]). On the journey, Maggie asks Carol to tell her fortune but Carol foresees something terrible in the group’s future. Once they land, the group discover that island is deserted; all the residents appear to have disappeared without a trace. As the group spend the night in the deserted town they begin to be stalked by a sadistic killer with a taste for human flesh who starts to pick them off one by one. Can any of them survive?

 

As gory as this film is – and we’ll get onto that later – it’s also very suspenseful too. The deserted island is very creepy and there are several moments to make the audience jump out of their seats. George Eastman (aka Luigi Montefiori, also the films writer) gives a great performance as the iconic cannibalistic madman stalking the island. The acting is pretty decent for this type of film and the characters are a pretty likeable bunch. D’Amato used to be a cinematographer, and he demonstrates this throughout; the scenery of the island is captured beautifully.

But now, we didn’t tune into an Italian exploitation flick for the lovely scenery though, did we? We came to see some blood and boy is there plenty on show here. Some of the most ultra-violent and disgusting gore sequences ever filmed can be found in this film. The scene that is most remembered, and probably what got the film into hot water with the censor, is where Eastman rips Maggie’s unborn foetus from her womb and proceeds to chow down. Yum!

My only flaw with this film is that it makes an attempt at a back story for Eastman’s monster, about how he was forced to eat his wife and son after being trapped out at sea in a lifeboat. My problem is that this wasn’t fleshed out more. It barely takes up three minutes of the film and it would’ve provided a bit of interesting exposition if gone into more detail. You’d have thought that, since he wrote the damn film, that Eastman (Erotic Nights of the Living Dead [1980])would want to spend a little bit more time on his own character, but sadly no.

Overall I think Anthropophagus is a very scary horror film and will interest more people than just the gore-hounds. I’ve heard others remark that the film is boring, but I disagree with this; it’s fairly short and there’s plenty going on to keep you interested. Maybe they were referring to the cut version, of which I have seen, and it’s worse than torture to sit through. Seriously, all the gore is left out; it’s like watching a musical with all the songs missing!

 

Although initially banned under the Video Recordings Act (1984) Antropophagus is now available on DVD in the UK under the Grim Reaper title after it was resubmitted to the BBFC and approved. Unfortunately, some clever sod (read: idiot) resubmitted the CUT version (see above) so if you’re looking to buy this movie be sure you get a hold of the uncut release.