Wednesday, 30 March 2011
in company of WICKED WOMEN
A beautiful villa by the lake. Two naked blood-splattered bodies inside.
The cops arrive on the scene, to find a hysterical Lina Romay hiding in the attic.
Skip WICKED WOMEN.
The fairly interesting opening aside, this is just a standard erotic film.
Poorly-staged action is sort of fun, but all the sex is too softcore and dull.
Franco creates a world where fucking is everywhere.
All the characters are constantly groping each other.
This ever-present nudity is montonous.
Like those endless close-ups of zombies getting shot through the head in Romero's DAWN OF THE DEAD, repeated ad infinitum.
What works: A few blurry, tricky shots and a grand WTF moment when a black-clad assassin suddenly pops up.
The music is the same as in other Erwin C. Dietrich productions of the era.
You might have heard these cues in JACK THE RIPPER or LOVE CAMP, for instance.
This throwaway film gets first-class treatment from Elite Entertainment, while Jess' more exciting work, such as PLAISIR A TROIS, remains without a good DVD presentation. Shame.