Añade un argumento en tu idiomaA quartet of slimy degenerates -- ruthless leader Stevie, antagonistic Joey, dim-witted Benji, and their depraved distaff companion Agnes -- seek refuge in a remote snowbound cabin. After di... Leer todoA quartet of slimy degenerates -- ruthless leader Stevie, antagonistic Joey, dim-witted Benji, and their depraved distaff companion Agnes -- seek refuge in a remote snowbound cabin. After discovering a trio of innocent young women residing in said cabin, the perverted gang decide... Leer todoA quartet of slimy degenerates -- ruthless leader Stevie, antagonistic Joey, dim-witted Benji, and their depraved distaff companion Agnes -- seek refuge in a remote snowbound cabin. After discovering a trio of innocent young women residing in said cabin, the perverted gang decide to abuse and terrorize the hapless and helpless ladies.
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Director Claude Goddard (his name an amusing pastiche of Nouvelle Vague auteurs) did a good film TEENAGE STEPMOTHER for mainstream viewers, but WINTER HEAT is merely red meat baiting guys who dream vicariously of abusing women. You know the age-old defense of obscenity -it's better to fantasize about this behavior (using dirty books and movies as a prompt) than to act out. Count me out.
Premise is simple - too simple. It's the old house invasion trick, a popular dramatic device since THE DESPERATE HOURS, but just a gimmick here. Three average girls cross the snow-scape to an inviting winter home and are quickly invaded by an unsavory trio of Jamie Gillis, Alex Mann and Mickey Humm, plus femme sidekick Helen Madigan.
What ensues is a series of mind games intended to put the viewer in the perspective of the sadist/manipulator, a bit like the FUNNY GAMES movies of Michael Haneke. Hitchcock was perhaps the king of this particular suspense device, which has been overused in recent decades by horror directors (note that IMDb classifies WINTER HEAT as horror, which it is not, and the term horror-porn has come into use to describe many recent mainstream films).
The shallowness of this approach is made evident as Jamie launches into his oh- so-familiar cajoling patter - the text of a rapist with unveiled threats spoken sotto voce (I'll smash your teeth in, etc.) to seal the deal. As if this weren't obvious enough, Helen goes through almost the same verbal routine when she puts lesbian advances on one of the girls.
The humping and slapping around is unpleasant to watch, but of course the inverse is true if one is into this sort of hatred for women. No deep subconscious or repressed feelings here -this movie is out in the open in its attitude.
Balancing act to placate the less extreme viewer and reinforce the corny premise has the girls ultimately turning the tables, winning over the "nicest" of the villains, played by Mickey Humm, an actor unsuccessful in establishing an Adult Film career, and switching Gillis from dom to sub. Yes indeed, it was all play acting after all -duh!
This sort of lowest of brow entertainment is truly insulting (and was meant to be - just read Shaun Costello's revealing comments on the making of his famous WATER POWER that he kindly posted on IMDb). The irony 40 years later is that a new group of customers not even born yet when these films were shot is falling for the same sado/masochism switcheroo all over again, under the general rubric of nostalgia.
This has a couple things going for it. The lead actor Jamie Gillis was not only the most demented pervert in 70's porn, but he was also one of the best actors. He's not exactly David Hess, but who is? His two accomplices, unfortunately, seem like they're trying to perform scenes from a 70's Al Pacino or Dustin Hoffman movie in their beginning acting class (even when they're getting a b.j. or having sex they won't shut the hell up). The victimized girls don't have to act too much (their mouths are usually otherwise occupied), but they have a good "look". They're not quite the innocent-looking girls-next-door like Sandra Cassel in "Last House", Sherry Buchanon in "Last House on the Beach", or Leanora Fani in "Naked Massacre", and they're not seemingly unattainable beauties like Camille Keaton in "I Spit on Your Grave", but they're not just sleazy looking porno-skanks either. Of course, they eventually end up enjoying the initially forced sex, which may offend some, but that's also exactly why this movie is patently unbelievable and nowhere near as disturbing as the rape-revenge classics.
¿Sabías que...?
- CuriosidadesThe lyrics that Jenny reads are from the 1974 song "People Say" by The Meters.
- ConexionesReferenced in The House on Cuckoo Lane (2014)
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- Duración1 hora 10 minutos
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- 1.37 : 1