Posts Tagged ‘Exploitation’

Maid in Sweden (1971)

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Inga (Christina Lindberg) meets a gratuitously predatory lesbian (Wivian Öiangen).

One of Maid in Sweden‘s writers uses the pseudonym “Mike Hunt”. That should tell you everything you need to know about the quality of this film, but since I’m supposed to be offering reviews and commentary (it says so right in the title):

Naïve 16-year-old Inga (Christina Lindberg) goes to stay with her sister, Greta (Monica Ekman), and Greta’s loutish stoner boyfriend, Carsten (Krister Ekman), in Stockholm. Carsten mocks Inga’s innocent country ways, and she’s set up on a date with failed artist (and lout) Björn (Leif Naeslund) who basically rapes her into falling in love with him, continuing a trend from the last Lindberg movie I reviewed. Then Carsten does the same thing. And there’s your plot.  [...]

Journey to Japan (1973)

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As you can tell by the fake moustache, Ingrid (Christina Lindberg) stepped into the wrong cab.

Any time I sit down to watch a film for review, there’s a risk I’ll sit there ninety minutes later staring at an blank notebook page and nothing interesting to say about the film. Usually, I just move on to the next film, but I thought I’d make an exception for Journey to Japan, just to see if I can find anything to say about it that isn’t either boring or obvious. Let’s see.  [...]

What Have They Done to Solange? (1972)

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Solange (Camille Keaton) is black-and-white. What have they done?

A gym teacher and Italian professor at a girls’ high school, Enrico Rosseni (Fabio Testi), is out on a river with his student/lover, Elizabeth (Cristina Galbó), when the lover sees a girl being chased on the river bank. Rosseni is dismissive, but when he hears a news report about the body of a girl being found by the river the next morning, he realises he’s gotten himself involved in a murder, and finds himself under the watchful eye of Inspector Barth (Joachim Fuchsberger) of the Scotland Yard. Then more young girls are found brutally murdered and Inspector Barth’s and Rosseni’s investigations lead them to an overwhelming question: What did they do to Solange (Camille Keaton), and how exactly is it connected to the murders?  [...]

Exposed (1971)

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Lena (Christina Lindberg) being blackmailed by Helge (Heinz Hopf)

Christina Lindberg first made a name for herself in her native Sweden as a nude model, and parlayed that notoriety into an acting career that included a starring turn in the seminal Swedish exploitation film, Thriller – En grym film, and quite a bit of soft porn.  [...]

The Rape of the Vampire (1968)

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Cross-o-gram!

Rape of the Vampire is French exploitation auteur Jean Rollin’s first feature-length film, for which he received financing after a producer saw Rollin’s short film of the same name. Rollin shot a second part, slapped it together with the original short and the result is what is reputedly the first French vampire film. Because of the strike and student protests in May 1968, French distributors froze new releases, which meant that Rape of the Vampire became the most successful French movie of that year. I’m sure Rollin would agree with Homer Simpson, that the two most beautiful words in the English language are “de” and “fault”.  [...]

Snakewoman (2005)

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One of Van Gogh's lesser known works: Crazy Woman and Sunflowers.

One of Van Gogh's lesser known works: Crazy Woman and Sunflowers.

There are good directors, there are bad directors, and then there are directors like Jesús “Jess” Franco. I like Franco, but the man is a cipher: his œuvre consists of a great many bad films and a few gems; he seems often to be technically incompetent, but he was good enough to A.D. for Orson Welles; his films are often blatantly pornographic and shamelessly exploitative, but a very few of them are honest-to-god works of genius. You can watch ten of his moviesi, and nine of them will be awful. Then, just when you’re about to dismiss him as a hack, the tenth will be a weird, surreal, seemingly-accidental masterpiece. I honestly can’t decide if he’s just a hack who happened to make a few good films from some twisted law of probability or if he’s a good director who only occasionally cared enough, was given enough money, and free enough reins to put in some effort. My relationship with Franco’s work is a constant search for those aberrations in his œuvre.  [...]

Tragic Ceremony (1972)

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Lady Alexander (Luciana Paluzzi) moonlights as Jane's (Camille Keaton) hairstylist.

Lady Alexander (Luciana Paluzzi) moonlights as Jane's (Camille Keaton) hairstylist.

Before hitting the big time, such as it was, in Day of the Woman (Zarchi, 1978), Camille Keaton spent several years in Italy making low-budget movies such as this one, which has the lovely, giallo-tinged original title Extracts from the secret archives of a European capital’s police force.

The plot concerns three ostensibly British gentlemen and a girl (at least, the script seems to think it’s set in Britain, given the references to the Scotland Yard): Bill (Tony Isbert), a rich boy with a mommy complex; Joe (Máximo Valverde) and Fred (Giovanni Petrucci), a couple of working-class guys who are seemingly just out to scam some money from Bill; and Jane (Camille Keaton). The relationships between our heroic quartet is never made clear, except that all the boys seem to be infatuated with young Jane. And really, who can blame them?  [...]

Vampyros Lesbos (1971)

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Countess Nadine Carody (Soledad Miranda) mysterious vampire, interpretive dancer.

Countess Nadine Carody (Soledad Miranda): mysterious vampire, interpretive dancer.

Linda Westinghouse (Ewa Strömberg) is a lawyer who has a recurring dream about a mysterious brunette (Soledad Miranda, credited as Susann Kordai) whom she later, on a date with her boyfriend, Omar (Andrés Monales), sees dancing in a nightclub. The dance involves Miranda taking off her clothes and putting them on a mannequin, which brings the doll to life. “You are very excited,” says Omar to Linda. Linda denies it, but in a session with her therapist, Dr. Steiner (Paul Müller) — who doodles distractedly in his notebook, which quite subtly sets up a recurring theme of masculine disregard for women’s experiences — we learn otherwise; Linda confesses that her dreams of Miranda have more than once brought her to orgasmii.  [...]

Thriller – en grym film (1974)

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Madeleine (Christina Lindberg) knows the importance of colour coordinating your eye patch.

Madeleine (Christina Lindberg) knows the importance of colour coordinating your eye patch.

Madeleinei (Christina Lindberg) is mute since being raped as a child. One day, she leaves the family farm and follows a man who seemingly can’t stop talking to the city. As you might’ve guessed, it doesn’t end well. The man, Tony (Heinz Hopf), is a pimp who forces Madeleine into prostitution and heroin addiction. After at first refusing, Madeleine soon has her mind changed by a scalpel to the eye. Despite the steady heroin supply, Madeleine doesn’t very much like prostitution, and sets out to get her revenge on Tony and the tricks.  [...]

I Spit on Your Grave (1978)

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I'm not only a writer, I'm also a spokesperson for the NRA.

I'm not only a writer, I'm also a spokesperson for the NRA.

In 1974, Meir Zarchi and his eight-year-old daughter were driving to a park when they saw a woman crawl naked out of the bushes. The woman had been raped by two men and Zarchi helped her to the police, where they had the misfortune of running into a singularly unhelpful police officer. It was this episode that inspired Zarchi to write and direct Day of the Woman. As I’ll discuss below, I think Zarchi did the subject matter justice and the film doesn’t really deserve to be labelled “exploitation”, because I don’t think that’s what he had in mind. And in its first release, it wasn’t marketed as exploitation and didn’t create any controversy; Camille Keaton won an award in Spain but it went mostly unnoticed. However, the film was re-released in 1980 as I Spit on Your Gravei and sold on the promise of exploitation nudity and violence. I think it’s this disconnect between the film itself and its marketing context that created much of the critical backlash it experienced.  [...]