Lustful Feelings

I remember seeing this movie when I was 11 or 12 when somebody left it laying around in the tv room & I put it in the vcr & played it. I'm only 45 now. I like it because it has an actual plot & everything like a normal regular movie but it was a porn movie, not just a porn video with pretty much only fucking. These days on most of the porn websites even if the video is 1 hour long give or take it's not a movie like this, they're just videos with strictly fucking. Another good thing about this movie is it highlights how girls are lured in by another girl who is called the procurer or something like that but lures them in telling the girls a story which sounds good to the girls & or gets them on drugs & the next thing you know they're addicted to sex & drugs. Unfortunately these are the pros who get these girls like this because you never see these girls hooking out on the street on the corners. If I caught any of these people who do this to these girls I would arrest them or anything like that I would kill them making them suffer a slow painful death. I'm a U.S. MARINE & I could do it & I know how to do it. Unfortunately this stuff still happens today but it has gotten easier with all the new high tech & the internet.

I remember seeing this film in a theatre when young, and recently re-viewed it on DVD. It must be one of the best of that era's x-rated output:good photography and music (including a canned, and appropriate, version of Dylan's "Lay, Lady Lay"), effective script and performances, and some well-shot sex scenes including a particularly good one when Bovee and her mentor, Claudette, do a twosome for a curious but yellow type (Richard Bolla)who also likes being smacked.There are some good shots of New York in the 70s (which must have been filmed on the sly)and a fairly realistic ending, with death all around for escort Bovee and drug-dealer Jamie Gillis.

Within the genre of Adult Cinema, "Lustful Feelings" scores high, with it's glossy production values, pretty location shooting, stunning, sometimes jaw-dropping music score, and the fine acting skills of Jamie Gillis. All this is combined with an interesting story about a Playboy coke dealer, who winds up asking his girl to pose nude for extra cash he needs to pay a drug debt. But when Joanna (Leslie Bovee) begins to start turning tricks instead of just posing nude, she discovers that she likes that lifestyle. This of course, makes her man wild with rage, even though he is getting it on with other women left and right. This double standard was common in the 70's, a time when women were still seen as possessions and little more than objects of desire, at least in movies. Basically a study of two people on a collision course with their own bleak destinies. Tony the coke dealer, and Joanna the prostitute, both living in the fast lane, two people who learn the hard way, that there are no free rides in this world. The character Tony isn't the most sympathetic guy around, as he is self indulgent, as well as a womanizing cocaine dealer. And while I found it hard to sympathize with him, I could definitely relate to him. And nobody could rock those skin tight polyester shirts like Jamie Gillis. Damn that guy was sexy. And Leslie Bovee, a hardcore performer who really seemed to enjoy her work, is lovely in this. The film's only drawback is the director's apparent obsession with Bovee's nether region, as way too much time is spent with the camera in her snatch. Those leering shots take away a little of the film's quality, and start to make it look like typical, lowbrow porn. After a while the viewer might start to feel like a gynecologist. On a side note, it is a mystery how the producers got the rights to all that familiar music. Did they pay to secure the rights, or did they just take the music on the sly? The copyrights to all that material would have cost a fortune. Anyway the end result is a quality Adult Film feature that deserves to be rediscovered, especially now in the age where sex films have vanished, replaced by artless and ugly video clips that nobody watches for artistic reasons.