Showing posts with label Antonio Rebollo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Antonio Rebollo. Show all posts

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The Inconfessable Orgies of Emmanuelle (Jess Franco, 1982)

I'm not sure if Asunción Calero (credited as Ida Balín) was supposed to be Lina Romay's replacement in The Inconfessable Orgies of Emmanuelle (a.k.a. Emmanuelle Exposed). But either way, Miss Calero does a terrific job filling Lina's black stockings in this sun-drenched ode to sexual awaking. Even though I knew Lina wasn't in this film, I could have sworn it was her standing on the nightclub stage in the sparkly greenish zebra-print disco pants suit smoking a cigarette. Shot from a distance, the sight of Asunción Calero leering at the audience with Euro-fied contempt, the reflective straps on her heels coiling up her legs like two cunt-hungry serpents, had a distinct Lina Romay flavour about it. And I'm convinced this was on purpose, as nothing that appears in the films of Jess Franco is done by accident. Sporting a similar body type: strong, shapely legs; wide, garter belt antagonizing hips; a generously rotund backside; semi-ample breasts; and a set of succulent lips that look like bloodstained pillows when smeared with red lipstick, Asunción Calero was obviously hired because she boasts these particular attributes. I would have loved to have been at the casting session for this movie. The sight of a cavalcade of leggy brunettes coming into Jess Franco's office and standing in front of him wearing nothing but black stockings attached to a white garter belt must have been glorious. Anyway, let's just say, whoever gets the part, they will have big black stockings to fill.


(I don't want to sound like a dick, but you kind of already implied that Asunción Calero got part, and that she does a "terrific job" filling Lina Romay's black stockings.) I did? (Yeah.) Oh, well.


While it might sound like I'm bemoaning the fact–in my own long-winded sort of way–that Lina Romay isn't in this film, I'm not. On the other hand, if I'm watching a Jess Franco film that was made after, oh, let's say, 1973, I expect Lina Romay to be in it. And it doesn't matter if she's the star of the film (Macumba Sexual) or if she just makes a cameo (Diamonds of Kilimandjaro), I need to see Lina Romay's dark, piercing eyes at some point for me to feel safe and secure.


So, as you can clearly see, this film has caused a mild rift to occur in the nylon vortex that dictates the ebb and flow of my Jess Franco experience.


(Excuse me, are you finished not bemoaning the fact that Lina Romay isn't in this movie? The only reason I ask is because the sumptuous stems attached to the torsos belonging to the sensuous Asunción Calero and the mercurial Muriel Montossé--credited as Vicky Adams--are patiently waiting to receive the lavish praise they so rightly deserve. Yeah, yeah, I know, it's sad that Lina Romay and her black hold up stocking-covered legs couldn't appear in this film--trust me, I feel your pain. But you have got to get it together, man.)


Shot in Mojácar and Águilas, Spain (two small towns on the Mediterranean), the film opens with some brief, Jess Franco-approved landscape porn. After establishing that the landscape is indeed beautiful, Jaime Moraleda de los Enhebros, a.k.a. Marqués de Altuna (Antonio Rebollo), "Tony" to his friends, begins to narrate this salacious tale of lesbian sex, lesbian sex and lesbian sex.


I don't remember exactly what Tony says, but I do recall it having something to do with a couple named Emmanuelle (Muriel Montossé) and Andreas (Antonio Mayans), who are on vacation.


We meet Emmanuelle and Andreas just as they're about to enter a wax museum. (What's Muriel wearing? What's Muriel wearing?) Whoa, calm down, Skippy. She's wearing a kind of white shirt dress. (Is there a slit?) You bet there is. And it's a doozy. It goes all the way up to her hip. (Nice.)


Who would have thought that Liza Minelli would provide the film with its first nylon moment. (Wait, Liza's in this film?) Well, not really. However, her wax figure is. And since she's dressed like her character from Cabaret, she's wearing black stockings.


Kissing in front wax Humphrey Bogart, Emmanuelle and Andreas soon resign to the floor for some impromptu coitus. Tearing off her white bra, Andreas then pulls off her white panties in a non-gingerly fashion. The non-gingerly nature of Andreas' white pantie pulling technique causes Emmanuelle to sport an alarmed expression on her face. Now, I'm not sure if this was great acting on Muriel's part, or genuine surprise that Antonio pulled her panties off so abruptly. Either way, the shots of the wax figures faces edited together with their floor fucking was rather comical.


On top of being the only scene that features all five characters in the same room together, the nightclub sequence is also the most important, as it sets in motion the events that will dictate the paths the characters on this sex-fueled journey of self-discovery.


Clocking in at just over fifteen minutes, the nightclub sequence in The Inconfessable Orgies of Emmanuelle gets underway with the sight of  María (Asunción Calero) standing on stage in front of an audience filled with young people. With one hand resting on her hip and the other holding a lit cigarette, María hypnotizes the crowd by swaying back and forth.


The fact that her greenish zebra-print disco pants suit sparkles when it catches the light does nothing but accelerate this process, as the audience is practically eating out of the palm of her hand by the time she turns her back on them and proceeds to remove her belt.


When her sparkly disco pants suit falls to the floor, we get a great close up of her black stocking ensnared feet in a strappy pair of heels (the straps, like her disco pants suit, sparkle when they catch the light).


As María swayed, I began to wonder what was going on underneath that greenish zebra-print disco pants suit that sparkles when it catches the light. Was I delighted when it's revealed that María is wearing black stockings attached to a white garter belt? You bet I was. I was even more delighted when the music score goes from being jazzy to synthy the moment María's disco pants suit hits the floor; which, by the way, is covered with a cowhide rug.


Watching from the bar, Emmanuelle, Andreas, Tony, and her milfy friend Carmen (Carmen Carrión), look on with a mix of shock and amusement as María reveals her succulent pussy with much fanfare. Framed by her white garter belt, the audience gasps when they realize her pubic hair is a perfect upside down triangle. The reason it's upside down is because it acts as a sort of penile guidepost. Luring cocks and other objects into its clam-like opening on a daily basis, in terms of reproductive efficaciousness, the upside down pubic triangle is probably one of the most important shapes in the universe.


Adding arm-based gesticulation to her swaying motion, María kneels down on the floor, and invites an audience member to play with her pussy. Surprisingly, no one jumps at the chance to play with her pussy. Asking the audience again, this time Emmanuelle, who is drunk, accepts her invitation and staggers toward the stage.


While everything up until this point has been handled perfectly, the decision to shoot Emmanuelle as she approached the stage from a distance was ill-conceived. Unable to savour Emmanuelle's stocking-covered legs, which are poking out from a red dress and being poured into a pair of red pumps, the audience is denied the opportunity to relish the beauty that is Muriel Montossé's lanky frame. Things don't get any better when María tries to remove Emmanuelle's silky grey panties, as the tops of her black stockings are only visible for a brief moment. I know, it's pretty outrageous.


Disgusted by the sight of María and his beloved Emmanuelle engaged in the 69 position in front of a bunch of pimple-faced perverts in training, Andreas leaves in a huff. Have Emmanuelle and Andreas broken up? Who's to say. All I know is, nothing will probably come close to topping the nightclub scene.


While Emmanuelle is lezzing out with Carmen (she shows Emmanuelle the unexpected tightness of her mature body and it goes from there), María invites Andreas to a "party." Still wearing the heels with coiled straps from the night before, María seduces Andreas by flashing one of her tits and by giving him carte blanche to grope her legs.


Stumbling upon Carmen and Emmanuelle whilst in the throes of lesbianism, Tony interrupts them to declare Emmanuelle to be just his type: Blue eyes, soft skin, and a body made of alabaster like an amphora of the ancient Assyrians. Stop it, Tony, you're making Emmy blush. Tony gets his chance to wow Emmanuelle from a humping point-of-view at a later date, but botches it by employing a series of lackluster thrusts. Which is a shame, really, as we should all be able to fornicate with the things we love in an admirable fashion.


Is María really wearing lime green footless pantyhose as pants? I don't know why I'm acting surprised. After all, Maria Rohm, if you remember, famously wears black pantyhose as pants in Eugenie. Yeah, but, the opaque nature of her hose as pants at least obscured her pussy. On the other hand, the lime green footless pantyhose that María has sheathed her lower half in are leaving nothing to the imagination. Paired with a ruby red sparkly tube top and the strappy coiled heels, María gives Tony a chance to get back his humping cred by allowing him to fondle the living fuck out of her lime green footless pantyhose.


Even though the film uses the name "Emmanuelle," The Inconfessable Orgies of Emmanuelle is not an Emmanuelle film. While I should have stated this fact much earlier, I'm doing so now, as I don't want to give the impression that this some kind of sequel to the Just Jaeckin classic. Someone simply slapped the name Emmanuelle on the title in order to generate more revenue. In closing, if you were to take away the scene in the wax museum, the fifteen minute nightclub sequence, and Asunción Calero's lime green footless pantyhose, what you would be left with is a filmed travel brochure masquerading as a dull softcore lark.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Sex Is Crazy (Jess Franco, 1981)

Let's start off by asking the question that's probably on everyone's mind, and that is: Why does the mineral water Lina Romay is attempting to drink near the end of The Sex Is Crazy (El Sexo Esta Loco) failing to get past her succulent lips? You would think she would have learned how to ingest liquids by now (given the fact that she's a grown woman). But she doesn't seem to have a clue as to how to orally deposit her beverage without causing certain non-mouth-related areas to become engorged with unforeseen wetness. Unless, of course, the untoward spillage was done on purpose. Well, if that's the case, then I feel like I must apologize to Jess Franco (Faceless), the writer-director responsible for this head-scratching mess of a movie, for doubting his artistic fortitude. Truth be told, the second I saw that the tiny droplets of mineral water that were trickling down her curvy body like a raging river were being followed by Jess Franco's camera as they trickled was the moment I knew that this movie is nothing but an elaborate rouse to get us to look at the beautiful vagina attached to the supple frame belonging to Lina Romay (credited as Candy Coster). And I'm not just talking about a casual peek, this is a sustained close-up shot of her petrified crotch forest (a third degree burn in terms of crevice shots). The best part of this whole sequence was when the travelling moisture finally arrives at the hairy gates of her heavenly tunnel, as you can just make out the water as it penetrates her bush (weaving its way through the undergrowth like a jungle explorer in search of clitoral riches). Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, the water is absorbed by the sheer thickness of the carpeting. In case you're wondering, the reason I'm talking about Lina Romay's vagina, and not about the film's plot or my aversion to ear wax, is because I love her genitals. Seriously, I love them, especially when they're framed by a garter belt and black silk stockings.
 
 
Actually, part of the reason for the nonsense I just spewed has a lot to do with the fact that I'm not quite sure what the film is supposed to be about. Let me rephrase that. I don't think anyone, not even Jess Franco himself, knows what The Sex Is Crazy is supposed to about. If you see a synopsis for the film, it's a good chance the person either copied it from someone else or simply made it up.
 
 
I'm not even sure why the film needed to be subtitled, as every word uttered in it is complete gibberish. Oh, sure, a couple of passages here and there were on the cusp of making sense. But, for the most part, I was in the proverbial dark.
 
 
It starts off pretty straightforward: A group of silver-skinned aliens are about to commence impregnating Mrs. Foncesca (Lina Romay) on a metal slab. You see, the aliens have highly evolved penises, and can produce a child within seven seconds of insemination. Instructed by female robot voice, the penises line up and are given a number. "Penis one, penis two, penis three, penis four... Prepare to penetrate captured earthling vagina," the female robot voice tells them. After a bunch of babies are born, an audience filled with deformed monsters starts to applaud. Straightforward? Yes. But still. What's going on here? Oh-oh, it looks like Jess Franco is trying to satirize something. Only problem is, I haven't the slightest idea what he's attempting to mock/ridicule.
 
 
Why don't you stop whining about not knowing what the film is about and enjoy the sight of Lina Romay (Ilsa, The Wicked Warden) sitting on the toilet. After all, she's wearing nothing but a pair of barely pulled up hold-up stockings and a pearl necklace. Wait a minute. If they're not holding up, they can't possibly be called "hold-up stockings," now can they? You got me. But they were languishing somewhere just above the knee, so they were sort of holding up, just not in the thigh-caressing manner that I am accustomed.
 
 
Speaking of stockings, Antonio Mayans (Macumba Sexual) is putting a black stocking onto one of the legs connected to a thick milf lying on a bed.
 
 
There's a mildly humourous subplot involving a naked woman named Rosalinda (Laura García), who's apparently the producer's girlfriend. Again, I'm not quite sure what it's supposed to mean. But the fact that she's always introduced as "the producer's girlfriend" induced one or two chuckles.
 
 
After being unsuccessfully drugged by Mr. Flanagan (Antonio Rebollo), Lina puts on a red leopard print top, grabs a gun and heads out for the evening. Tracking Mr. Flanagan to a casino, The Sex Is Crazy suddenly turns into a spy thriller, as Lina is tied to a chair and tortured by a couple of naked Argentinians. As they poke her with forks, Antonio Mayans, the thick milf, Mr. Flanagan, and Jess Franco look on with exhausted bemusement. Oh, wait. Antonio Mayans does get up at one point to move Lina's dress; exposing more stocking-covered leg in the process. Thank you, Antonio Mayans.
 
 
Waking from a dream, one that involved having sex with Mr. Flanagan in his car (her thigh-adjacent stockings entering the frame every so often), Lina stands naked on the balcony of her hotel. It's true, this scene is a classic example of Jess Franco getting his scenery porn on. But the size and shape of Lina's bum is remarkable; it's like a perfect circle split down the middle.
 
 
A fourway marriage between Lina Romay, Antonio Mayans, Lynn Endersson (the thick milf), and Antonio Rebollo takes up a sizable chunk of time.
 
 
The question: Why am I watching this? was something I was constantly asking myself as I struggled to comprehend what exactly was transpiring in this film. Then it dawned on me, the reason I'm watching is to see Lina Romay sit crossed-legged in stockings while wearing open-toed shoes. When that moment does occur (it happens just as the fourway marriage is starting to lose its appeal), I felt as if my time hadn't been totally wasted. And isn't that what we all want at the end of the day?
 
 
There are plenty of Jess Franco films floating around of there that boast Lina Romay lounging around in her underwear, and The Sex Is Crazy, unfortunately, isn't one of the better ones. Strictly for Jess Franco/Lina Romay completists.


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