Thursday, April 9, 2009

Frivolous Lola



Sexploitation week continues at the Hell-A-Go-Go!

If exploitation trades in sleaziness via horrific acts of violence perpetrated against its characters; sexploitation is the same, albeit replacing horrific acts of violence with copious amounts of boobies. The horror of it all! The normally omnipresent sleaziness of exploitation is ramped up. Less voyeurism and more exhibitionism; sexploitation is the attention whore of the exploitation sub-mode.

Frivolous Lola is more Italian goodness from the land of terrible movies. Actually, I'm being unfair with that statement: where Italy may be (on average) the land of terrible movies, Frivolous Lola is not one of these terrible movies. The director, fabled peddler of smut Tinto Brass has directed one of the most terrible movies ever made though: Caligula!



Lola is everything a movie like Caligula is not; namely actually erotic. Brass is a director of very specific tastes. He likes soft focus and fog (a lot); he has an obsession with posteriors as close-ups or long takes of naked female ass or liberally strewn through out the movie; also has an equally strong obsession with women wearing skirts with no underwear and either inadvertently or purposefully (usually the latter) flashing unsuspecting males; and finally, and most importantly to this film, Brass enjoys a sense of burgeoning sexuality and sexual awakening.

Frivolous Lola is a binary film; that is, composed of two very distinct parts that come together to make the whole a successful film experience. Lola (the character, not the film title) is an 18-year old girl from a small Italian fishing village ready to lose her virginity. This is the sleazy part of the two-part equation: Brass creates the character of Lola as an older male fantasy. She's the young girl discovering her virginity through aggressive seduction and copious nudity. She flashes her boyfriend often (usually by lifting her skirt to reveal a lack of panties directly to the camera and by extension the audience and Brass) and begs him to have sex with her. Sex is all she wants. She comes off as a thinly-characterized male epitome of the sexualized teenager.



Were this Brass' sole intent we'd have a completely capable sexploitation flick that's just as misogynistic as all the others. Although this was not Brass' sole intent when he cast amateur actress Anna Ammirati. She has no acting chops, none whatsoever, and this is not a bad thing; it lends a reality to the fantasy-like proceedings of the movie. Ammirati has an innocent look about her, a naivete towards sexuality that is endearing even as Brass films her like a leering old man, constantly shoving the camera under her skirt.

Most of the sex scenes in the film take place in Lola's head as long, drawn out fantasies regarding what her first sexual experience will be like. Dreamy and soft-focus these epic sexual misadventures play out more as child-like fantasies expressing the story-book longing of a confused and excited young girl. By contrast when Lola finally does lose her virginity, the soft-focus is gone, the shots are tight and close up, less leering as more personal; the audience is finally less in Lola's head (less up her skirt) and more privy to her experience, her sensation of sexuality for the first time. It's not a letdown of an experience either, to avoid that cliche, but vastly different from the elaborate fantasies that had been shown thus far.



To sum up, Frivolous Lola is a very erotic movie. It's actually erotic and that, in my experience, is a rarity. This eroticism is born by tapping into the sleaziness, the basic voyeurism of the sexploitation movie and tying it to the naive fantasies of a very likable if over-exuberant main character. The falsehood of the fantasies contrast the amatuer reality of the inexperienced actors and real sets to create a world of sexual awakening that honestly deserves to be in a less smutty movie sometimes. But we love smut here at the Hell-A-Go-Go.



*** out of ****

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Nude for Satan



Sexploitation week continues at the Hell-A-Go-Go!

If exploitation trades in sleaziness via horrific acts of violence perpetrated against its characters; sexploitation is the same, albeit replacing horrific acts of violence with copious amounts of boobies. The horror of it all! The normally omnipresent sleaziness of exploitation is ramped up. Less voyeurism and more exhibitionism; sexploitation is the attention whore of the exploitation sub-mode.

I'm not sure I can tell you anything about this movie that an astute reader would not be able to glean from the title. Nude for Satan comes from that magical land of rip-off B-movies and interminable sleaze: Italy. It's about time I've reviewed an Italian movie on this site.



A little background: For any Fellini (or watchable, it doesn't even have to be that great) film that comes out of the magical boot-like country famous for pasta and plumbers, there are at least 3,000 pieces of crap that come down the pipe. No exaggeration. Italian exploitation is definitely different from the American style of grindhouse film making that has been the showcase of this site so far (both exploitation and B-movie). Italian shock movies rarely make sense. I'm not talking about "stream-of-consciousness," "fragmented story-telling," or "non-linear plotting." I'm talking straight-up ineptitude on the part of the film makers that result in a movie that makes little to no (usually the no) sense at all. A complete break down of any sort of narrative flow.

But this is why Italian exploitation is loved.



Nude for Satan is the prototypical Italian schlock fest. I can't even tell you about the story: Four people are stranded or lost or whatever; they come across an old castle and decide to take shelter in its Gothic embrace. There they meet doppelgangers, evil version of themselves I suppose, that lead them down twisted corridors that end nowhere, entice the foursome to engage in orgies and seduction, and just generally fuck around. It's all part of some Satanic ritual nonsense. There are ghosts too. I think.

It doesn't matter; the story does not matter and should not be considered. There's no linear or narrative progression on screen: shit just happens. The entire point in watching this movie is to witness ineptitude on a scale unseen since Ed Wood movies. I'm not going to waste time going on about how the shots are bad, the boom mike makes several appearances, or the acting is non-existent. For most of the movies on this site these aspects are assumed anyway. Nope, one scene does this movie justice and encompasses the amount of ineptitude I'm describing.



Lead actress Rita Calderoni (the only aspect this movie did well was casting her; feel like watching a curvy, buxom Italian woman run down stone corridors naked? Calderoni delivers) has just been sent screaming from her bedroom after an attack by a doppelganger or something. Regardless the reason, she's fleeing down a stone corridor wearing naught but an open robe (see?). During this impromptu sprint, our Satanically nude heroine is tripped up by a trap door and tumbles head first into a gigantic spider web and is set upon by (what else?) a gigantic spider.

It's the details that make this scene really shine. Instead of a thrilling, creepy spider-web, Calderoni (I don't know the characters name, it's something Italian) finds her self entwined in what looks like large strands of yarn. The knots holding the "web" together are even visible. She's not really trapped either, instead holding on for dear life as two extras shake the web to give the impression that Calderoni is struggling. The spider is the coup de grace. It has two eyes. Not compound or multiple eyes that spiders are known for, but two eyes with two pupils and two irises. It's also made out of paper mache, sits on a stick that makes an appearance now, and again and has not eight, but six legs that look like pipe cleaners. Watching Calderoni struggle as this thing attacks her: comedy gold. I hope she got paid a lot but I'm sure she didn't.



There's not much more to say about Nude for Satan. If the above scene tickles your fancy, give this flick a rent, if not I'm sure there would be too much ineptitude to even be worth a watch. To present one last half-argument as to the quality of this pic: in the 1970s these strange exploitation films were Italy's greatest exports (not substantiated). A lot of them were produced. Nude for Satan is so terrible it only made seven thousand dollars during its theatrical run. An exploitation movie from 1974 that failed to make a profit in Italy. Hard times indeed.

** out of ****

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Christina



Sexploitation week continues at the Hell-A-Go-Go!

If exploitation trades in sleaziness via horrific acts of violence perpetrated against its characters; sexploitation is the same, albeit replacing horrific acts of violence with copious amounts of boobies. The horror of it all! The normally omnipresent sleaziness of exploitation is ramped up. Less voyeurism and more exhibitionism; sexploitation is the attention whore of the exploitation sub-mode.

B-movie starlet Jewel Shepard first appeared on my radar with the seminal genre film Return of the Living Dead. Admittedly, as fun as she is in that film, Shepard is largely upstaged by veteran scream queen Linnea Quigley and her famous graveyard dance. Since that movie, Shepard has gone on to star in Hollywood Hot Tubs, Party Camp, Raw Force, and Caged Heat II: Stripped of Freedom (possibly the greatest sub-title to a crappy movie ever). Winners all, I assure you. As great as Shepard's B-movie resume is, one of her earliest movies is still the magnum opus of her career, the little-seen cult movie: Christina.

I know, after Stripped for Freedom, the title to the supposed opus is a little bit of a let down but trust me, this film is so worth viewing. Just to illustrate, I'm going to let the film speak for itself; I'll present the plot as objectively as I can. Christina opens with the death of disco: funky dance music (1983, yeah!) playing in a day-glo club while our titular heroine dances with every guy in the joint (credit-sequence nudity, a mark of quality). What follows is a quick montage in the form of a newsreel establishing Christina as an heiress to a large fortune who spends her days cavorting with men and spending extravagantly. She also proceeds to flash the camera. I'm not exaggerating when I say the longest stretch in this movie with Shepard fully clothed is about eight minutes.



I digress; the plot kicks into high gear after our introductory montage: Christina engages in a high-speed Ferrari chase with a man before bedding him; in his castle she is attacked by a ninja assassin later revealed to be a member of a lesbian kung-fu order that fears Christina's sexually promiscuous ways are detrimental to all women; is later kidnapped by same ninja sect who then proceed to fight one another in hilariously inept fight sequences to win the honor of sleeping with Christina; softcore, male-fantasy lesbian sex; a daring escape from the militant lesbian ninja compound where Christina is then captured by slavers; Same slavers are revealed to be trained as respectable French chefs who cook Christina and her friends a delicious meal; Christina then beds several of them, escapes, and ends the movie where it began: in a disco surrounded by men. Empowering gender themes to be sure.

Whew. This movie is off-the-hook motherfucking amazing!



Christina one of the greatest sexploitation movies ever made. It's got a crazy, energetic, everything-but-the-kitchen-sink type of plot that does a great job of keeping scenes from becoming too redundant and boring. Most importantly though, Christina maintains a perfect tonal balance between comedy and sleaziness. Instead of insipid sight gags, the humor in the film is mostly found in the dialogue, double entendres and dry witticisms; a rarity for sexploitation films. The protagonist is not only likable and capable, but she's funny.

Jewel Shepard is a fantastic B-movie actress. She's to sexpot movies what Schwarzenegger is to action films: the key to their success is a knowing, wry sense of humor regarding the types of films that have filled out their respective niches. Shepard knows how to play a sexploitation movie; knows the tropes of these films, what's expected, and is even able to provide real charm via her performance. A charming sexploitation actress. I can't believe I wrote those words. Shepard is a real actress, and at times, better than the movie as a whole deserves.



A better sexploitation movie does not exist. Christina is the apex. The key to this success is Jewel Sheapard: she's in on the joke and the movie is better for it.

**** out of ****

Monday, April 6, 2009

Ultimate Attraction


It's Sexploitation week at the Hell-A-Go-Go!

If exploitation trades in sleaziness via horrific acts of violence perpetrated against its characters; sexploitation is the same, albeit replacing horrific acts of violence with copious amounts of boobies. The horror of it all! The normally omnipresent sleaziness of exploitation is ramped up. Less voyeurism and more exhibitionism; sexploitation is the attention whore of the exploitation sub-mode.

The first movie of the week is a little-known (I'd barely heard of it) sex comedy known as Ultimate Attraction (or Body Beautiful, like any true exploitation film it has multiple, and varying, titles). Regardless of what it's called, I'd only heard of the film because it's based on a seminal erotic comic by Italian artist Milo Manera, which is about a magical remote control that can drive women to orgasm with the click of a button (hence the clever title of the comic eh? eh?). I can't imagine any premise more tailor made for a schlocky exploitative movie.



In a stirring variation of the "raise enough money to save the elder family member's home, orphanage, or youth center" film plot, Ultimate Attraction is about two personal trainer's efforts to save the humble gym where they are employed. Even though the gym (which is, as far as I can tell consists of one single white room with no mirrors, three exercise machines and a sauna and locker room off to either side) seems to consistently have people using its small space. An evil developer wants to bulldoze the gym and turn it into a parking lot because that's what evil developers do. Seriously.



The one plot device that makes this movie even worth seeking out, even as a curiosity, is the inclusion of a mysterious clicker (flushed out of an airplane crapper, frozen in a block of ice on the way down, crashed through the locker roof of the gym to land on our lead's heads as they screw, of course.) that can be used to "turn on" anyone it happens to be pointed at (or not pointed at, depends on the scene; in fact why the clicker doesn't just make everyone in the room horny as hell isn't explained as the rules of the clicker change with each scene).

But a clicker that makes anyone horny! I think some clever things can be done with this; funny, sleazy scenarios right? No, not really. Basically all the clicker does is turn each actress into a Cinemax starlet or require each actor to make a shocked face as a cheap mechanical boner prosthetic turns their shorts into a tent. Yawn. Besides providing the horny, The clicker is often used to turn lead actress Gabriella Hall (who I think is topless or in a leotard in virtually every scene she's in) into other actresses who are more willing to take their pants off for the sax-and-smoked-filled sex scenes (yes, it's a sexploitation film where the lead actresses' body double is worked into the plot of the film; this has to be illegal).



Far from sleazy, all the sex scenes (and there are a lot) are soft-focus, foggy, and completely boring. Watching two actors pretend to hump on cheap exercise equipment for a few minutes? Ho-hum. And after 8 or 9 different variations of the same? I feel asleep several times while watching this flick.

If the comedy scenes bridging the copious nude scenes were any good or provided some sort of context or cohesion, there might be interest generated for the viewer but Ultimate Attraction relies on unfunny sight gags centered around the sex-clicker or a mechanical boner prosthetic. Once or twice it may be funny or provide a grin, but the film constantly repeats itself, leaving only the naked actresses to carry the weight (what little there is) of the story. All of the actresses, especial Hall, are very attractive, but there's no backdrop to the nudity; each scene is like the end of some 5-minute mini movie. Ultimate Attraction has no cohesion and this makes for snooze-inducing viewing, breasts or no breasts.



To sum up: I had high hopes for Ultimate Attraction especially considering the source comic has the heroine, when not being reduced to a spastic nymphomaniac via the clicker, traveling to the Amazon, fighting off slave-rings, or invading a monastary of celibate men. This is ripe exploitation material on par with the Emmanuelle movies. Alas, it was not to be.

* out of ****