Also known as Pomeriggio caldo (Hot Afternoon), this film points to the genius that is D'Amato. Instead of just making a sexual thriller - trust me, it still has plenty of sex - he worked with writer David Resseguier - who has to be a pen name for someone - to create this downright weird story of heading to New Orleans and just fading into it.
Someone says, "This is a place that paralyzes you. You don't fall in love with a person here, but rather you become grossly obsessed with the environment. It's not like our world."
That's what this movie is about, as well as the fact that a young reporter has come to the French Quarter to write about Nora, a woman who just lost her husband to voodoo. He takes along his wife, who plays a game with him where he encourages men to try to bed her while having no real interest in her. This predictably backfires and she leaves him for a muscular voodoo man - I am not making this up - and he starts going insane realizing what he's lost. And oh yeah - he also gets to bed Nora, which seems like a way better thing than pining for someone he never really cared about.
Every actor in this movie is horrible and wonderful, often within the same scene, and it has an odd pace and overall sadness that keeps it from being fully erotic, which is awesome when you think about it. The scenery is great and then Laura Gemser shows up just to dance at a voodoo ritual and all movies should have her show up and dance and then get back to the story. Every one of the Disney Star Wars movies would be incredible if the woman who is forever Black Emanuelle would show up and writhe in a sweaty frenzy and then wave goodbye.
Seriously, I fell in love with this movie, which is kind of like a sexier - well, is that movie even sexy? - The Beyond with no house but a much more erotic bathtub scene.
Someone says, "This is a place that paralyzes you. You don't fall in love with a person here, but rather you become grossly obsessed with the environment. It's not like our world."
That's what this movie is about, as well as the fact that a young reporter has come to the French Quarter to write about Nora, a woman who just lost her husband to voodoo. He takes along his wife, who plays a game with him where he encourages men to try to bed her while having no real interest in her. This predictably backfires and she leaves him for a muscular voodoo man - I am not making this up - and he starts going insane realizing what he's lost. And oh yeah - he also gets to bed Nora, which seems like a way better thing than pining for someone he never really cared about.
Every actor in this movie is horrible and wonderful, often within the same scene, and it has an odd pace and overall sadness that keeps it from being fully erotic, which is awesome when you think about it. The scenery is great and then Laura Gemser shows up just to dance at a voodoo ritual and all movies should have her show up and dance and then get back to the story. Every one of the Disney Star Wars movies would be incredible if the woman who is forever Black Emanuelle would show up and writhe in a sweaty frenzy and then wave goodbye.
Seriously, I fell in love with this movie, which is kind of like a sexier - well, is that movie even sexy? - The Beyond with no house but a much more erotic bathtub scene.