Die Todesgöttin des Liebescamps

Whatever lurid expectations the title conjures, Die Todesgöttin des Liebescamps delivers on the sleaze but not much else. This 1981 exploitation flick is more concerned with flesh and fantasy than coherent storytelling or filmmaking craft. The film bathes in a cheap, sun-drenched aesthetic, relying heavily on soft focus, overexposed jungle lighting, and bare-bones set pieces that seem borrowed from a low-budget travel documentary. The atmosphere aims for exotic danger but ends up feeling like a disjointed fever dream, stitched together with clumsy transitions and directionless pacing.

The performances range from wooden to outright baffling. Laura Gemser, who has carved a niche in Euro-erotic cinema, does her best to lend mystique to her role but is let down by a script that gives her little to work with. Her magnetic screen presence almost rises above the material, though not enough to save it. The rest of the cast fluctuates between stiff line deliveries and awkward physicality, with many scenes bordering on accidental parody. One could argue that the acting suits the tone, but when every dramatic beat lands flat or veers into camp, even that defense wears thin.

Technically, the film is a mixed bag. The camera lingers more on bodies than landscapes, and what few action sequences exist are clumsily staged. Dialogue is often drowned by dubbed-over music, which ranges from kitschy synth to vaguely tribal rhythms, adding to the disorienting mood. Whether intentional or not, the film often feels like a series of disconnected tableaus loosely threaded together by barely motivated characters and exploitative shock value.

If a quasi-mythical, strange odyssey into a distorted matriarchal society marked by strange hippy ceremonies and sexual torture of all and sundry sounds like your desire for the night this might just be your choice viewing material. Its an intriguing oddity marketed in some countries as porn (Divine Emanuelle), in others as some sort of crime/action film. Its reminiscent of the "cult" films like Guyana and the real events on which they were based like the Jonestown cult: ie, kooky dnacing, chanting and solemn ceremonial garb soon ripped or torn like some Greek melodrama/historical play with bouts of murder and violence mixed with sexual power games. It is an undeniably luscious cheap film in terms of design and location with kinky indulgence in various fetishes from whipping to stalking plus generous doses of nudity both male and female. Its a quirky flick starring the Nubian-like Queen of exploitation (Black Emmanuelle) Laura Gemser wielding her power generously upon a vast array of dutiful and punishable subjects as she seeks further power and wealth. A film for exploitation/film-porn junkies with a sense of humour.

What a funny ride! Written, directed, produced by and starring Christian Anders, then one of Germanys foremost "Schlager" singers ("Schlager" being a low-brow chanson-like musical style popular with the elderly and nowadays fondly paid tribute to by "remember the 70s" disco-night revivals), it's main attraction undoubtedly is Laura Gemser in the role of a love cults' divine goddess destined to bring love to the people – or else, if that won't work. Anders, who is of course also responsible for the half-cheesy, half-stolen soundtrack, later, under the influence of eastern religious philosophy, wrote a book on "The Sense of Life", claiming that 30ft high apes once made love to other monkeys, and out came – mankind. His aims looked different back in 1981 (good picture quality on the DVD, by the way; I'm referring to the full uncut release), for "The Death Goddess of the Love Camp" (literal translation) resembles everything you would expect from a cheap, exploitative soft-sex movie out there to do nothing else than make money. The story looks a bit as if the Jim Jones tragedy meets early 70s porn, complete with some musical numbers (badly dubbed) and lots of nudity, and there are even a few torture-like scenes. Direction is terrible, but the film has it's entertaining moments, has Laura Gemser, and is weird enough to be watched at least once.

Those of you familiar with the the various "Emanuelle" films featuring Laura Gemser will be somewhat disappointed with "Divine Emanuelle". Its comic-book approach is somewhat unique: Ms. Gemser floats in as the figurehead of a "love cult", and she comes complete with a pumped-up bodyguard (borrowed from an old Hercules B-movie!) and not enough young, vivacious followers. The storyline is dull and predictable, but who cares... in these films, it's the nudity that counts! Unfortunately, this one comes up short (as compared to, say, Emanuelle in America). Sure, Gemser looks great, and there is one requisite lesbo scene that's not bad; otherwise, it's a bit of a snoozer. I would say that if you can find a rental copy without too much trouble, then sure, it's worth a look.

Love Camp, AKA Divine Emanuelle, sees dusky sexploitation star Laura Gemser as The Divine One, the manipulative leader of a hippie, free-love sex-cult called The Children of Light. With the help of her blond second-in-command Dorian (played by the film's director Christian Anders), and tough 'hench-people' Veronica (the obligatory lesbian) and Tanga (musclebound Sascha Borysenko), she uses her hold over her followers to increase her wealth: rich converts are convinced to part with their cash, whilst more nubile members of the cult are instructed to sell themselves for sex. Anyone who breaks the rules, or who no longer wishes to participate in the cult's free-love ideal, are allowed to leave—whereupon they are killed by Tanga and thrown down a deep chasm.

The Divine One is keen to secure the wealth of Dorian's latest convert, senator's daughter Patricia (Simone Brahmann), but with her blond cohort gradually falling in love with the girl, the senator most displeased with his daughter's choice of friends, and an undercover cop in the midst of the commune investigating the mysterious disappearances of several members, it looks as though her days as a cult leader are numbered. Time to break out the high explosives and stage a Jim Jones style massacre...

Any Laura Gemser movie with Emanuelle in its name (or one of its 'Also Known As' titles) pretty much guarantees copious amounts of nudity; most of them, however, also deliver fairly dismal story lines, dreadful direction and ultimately, a rather dull time for the viewer. Technically, Divine Emanuelle is not much better than the majority of Gemser's softcore sex flicks, but it does have the advantage of being absolutely hilarious. Crazy musical numbers accompanied by gyrating hippies; lame scenes of torture and humiliation; Tanga the Barbarian publicly deflowering a virgin; a naked woman doing the splits; a black guy playing the air guitar; Anders giving his best Bruce Lee impersonation; a groovy, tripped-out seventies vibe, despite being made in 1981; and tons of near-the-knuckle naughtiness: this one packs so much lunacy into its running time that it's almost impossible not to enjoy.

So enjoy!