Die Todesgöttin des Liebescamps

This is one of those hippie/"free love"-type films that were big in the early 1970's (complete with some truly insipid musical numbers) except that it was made in 1980 and was also obviously influenced by the very unpleasant series of Nazi prison camp movies that were big in the mid to late 70's. The resulting hybrid is truly bizarre. Members who violate the "free love" ethos of the cult (i.e. by trying to have monogamous relations or refusing to prostitute themselves to perverted outsiders for money)are whipped and tortured. Laura "Black Emanuelle" Gemser is the main attraction here, playing the supreme leader of the cult. I'm sure no one has ever complained about her numerous nude and sex scenes, but she does seem a little miscast as an Ilsa, the Wicked Warden type (she's a svelte, submissive Asian, not a tall, dominant Teutonic type). The plot (in so much as there is one) involves a naive senator's daughter who is seduced into the cult by Gemser's ridiculously blonde, male second-in-command. The movie plays out like a softcore version of "Hair" with an occasional beating and torture sequence and maybe a nod here and there to the Manson Family and the then recent Guyana tragedy. Not really recommended, but if you enjoy this sort of thing.. .

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.

Yes she does! Well Laura Gemser does, in this rather enjoyable little slice of soft-core sleaze.

This plays along the lines of a "Jim Jones"/"Raj-Neesh" sex cult, with Gemser as the conspicuous Sex Goddess of the group. Giving orders from from her luxurious setting (Complete with man servant in gladiator gear?!?!). She gives orders to enlist people of magnitude and wealth, so as to extend her own wealth and not much more.

If you get into this sort of exploitation, I recommend you give it a whack. The settings and photography are well done and the "Love" song continuously played throughout is REALLY annoying. Though it gets used by the actors at times, which is quite funny.

While this film does contain some better than usual sex scenes in the series, they can't offset one dimensional comic book type characters and melodramatic acting, especially the cult queen's muscle bound bodyguard/executioner, Tanga, and her snow white boyfriend, played by Christian Anders. The sadism and violence are extreme even compared to other Emmanuelle films. Anders also directed and not very well. His theme song sounds very much like a Beatles tune, All You Need is Love.

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!