I mavri Emmanouella

Complete nonsense with awful dialogue but above average as a sex movie. Gemser, of course is as lovely as ever, but given a little too much to do here and what with the rambling of the script she has little chance, even if she fares better than most who seem to take it in turns to under act and over act. Taking the storyline seriously is a bad mistake but the many and varied sex sequences are fine. If you don't mind sex mixed with more than a little violence that is. Here we get rape and near rape, an extraordinary scene where a medallion wearing gentleman disturbs a woman in his flat, knocks her about a bit and then considers that sex would be a good idea and the couple fall into each other's arms, and other almost jaw dropping moments. Unbelievable shots of Gemser nude astride a horse deep in the sea which may or may not be supposed to contrast with a later rape of a young girl in the shallow surf!

`That girl' Laura Gemser was permanently plastered across adult cinema screens in the 70s. Hardly a great actress but an absolute stunner, the Javanese-born former model came to international attention in the 1975 smash Black Emanuelle (that's one M to avoid prosecution). She also guested with Sylvia Krystal the same year in Emmanelle 2 as a masseuse, then made five more `official' Black Emanuelle sequels for the notorious `Joe D'Amato'/Aristide Massaccesi, including the gut-munching sleaze of Emanuelle And The Last Cannibals. Countless other titles in Gemser's 50-plus filmography have been retitled to cash in on her fame. Emanuelle's Daughter started out as `Sexy Moon', certainly not one of Gemser's best - my pick is Divine Emanuelle (aka Love Camp, 1980), a ludicrous Jonestown-style musical (!).

An often turgid softcore soap opera and travelogue, it was filmed in Cyprus at the height of the Euro-disco craze (you can see the Village People perform `YMCA' on a TV set!). A rich industrialist dies under mysterious circumstances, and his widow ‘Emanuelle' returns to his estate in control of his fortune and his young rebellious daughter. It appears Emanuelle was subject to her husband's perverted whims, and now seeks revenge on his partners-in-crime with the help of the vicious womanizing disco king Mario (Gemser's long-time husband Gabriele Tinti). The film explores the daughter's budding sexuality; Cyprus must have a lower age of consent, as she looks about 14 with her gear off. Familiar face Gordon Mitchell, former muscleman and star of countless westerns and Hercules films, plays one of the husband's cronies, and is dubbed by the voice of Bud Spencer - I keep expecting him to down 14 hotdogs and clock Gemser on the nut! Passable disco tail-waver.

Here's another of these misguided sexploitation films that never really hits it's mark, and falls weary like a lot of these dramas. This Emanuelle has some nasty violence mixed in, the daughter is hot indeed (the nude shower scene stays in my head) This is typically a revenge film, of Emanuelle settling some old ugly scores, the daughter oblivious of her activity. The daughter falls is love also. It's that age. A dangerous mafia figure gets to know the daughter too, where in the end, he gives it to her old. ED is just another of these muddled Italia sex pics, good for birdwatching. The daughter is one of very few reasons to watch this, in an adult pic that delivers on nudity and sex, but not much else I'm afraid.

Although several cuts above the average Emanuelle opus, the only character who generates any interest here is Haris Tryfonas as Mario, the hit-man hired by Emannuelle to bump off her wealthy perverted husband by arranging a fatal accident. Most of the film centers on Mario's continuous casual but very passionate conquests of the fair sex and he is mostly responsible for the film's erotic scenes as he trails Emanuelle to blackmail her. A couple of these scenes are with a woman he met on the plane to Cyprus and they're both erotic and humorous: as soon as she puts some eggs in the frying pan or some fresh coffee on to boil when he arrives, he inevitably "has at her." The eggs heat up and explode, or the coffee boils over and splatters, a perfect accompaniment to their hot, passionate sex bouts. Mario is actually pretty cool in demeanor until his vicious side comes out...and his brutal, graphic rape of the spoiled pubescent stepdaughter destroys any feelings of approval one might have formed for him. Emannuelle in this film is just as immoral and coldblooded, mean and vicious.The abrupt ending only hints at her ambitions coming to an end when her part as instigator in the murder plot is revealed. Worth watching for Tryfonas' performance which is the only element in this that hold one's interest. With his memorable portrayal of the sinister but sexy lady-killer with the fresh daily rose in his teeth, Tryfonas alone raises it to a 7. Without him there would be no film at all, and it would rate barely a 3.

Given the title, one might be forgiven for thinking that Emanuelle Queen of Sados has its dusky star Laura Gemser playing the wicked ruler of an ancient, lost kingdom of the type to be found in the classic H. Rider Haggard novel She. Sadly, this is not the case: what we actually get is yet another mediocre adventure for the sultry sex-mad siren in which, as usual, she gets to bonk just about everyone else in the film.

This time around, Emanuelle isn't a world famous reporter, but rather the vengeful wife of a businessman who is out to settle the score after being sexually abused by her despicable hubby Victor and his equally nasty colleagues, Ilona (Nadia Neri) and Robert (Gordon Mitchell).

After hiring a killer named Mario (Haris Tryfonas) to bump off her wicked spouse in a 'flying accident', Emanuelle is appointed the executor of her step-daughter Livia's inheritance, plus control over her late husband's business, and wastes no time in making life hard for Ilona and Robert. Upset at Emanuelle's interference, and not entirely convinced that Victor's death was accidental, Robert decides to do some investigating which makes Mario less than happy...

A Greek Cypriot production directed by Ilias Mylonakos, Sados never plumbs the depths of tastelessness reached by Italian filth-monger Joe D'amato in his more infamous Emanuelle films: the sex is strictly soft-core—raunchy but not explicit—and there is certainly no gore to speak of. Despite this, Sados does manage to be uncomfortable viewing at times, thanks to the presence of jail-bait actress Livia Russo, who as blossoming teen Livia not only has to strip off for a shower scene and dance suggestively (flashing her gusset), but also be subjected to a harrowing sex attack that spares no detail. I've no problem with nudity (I wouldn't be watching a Gemser film if I did), but someone that young getting her kit off in a soft-core porn flick just feels wrong.

But hey, I suppose that's why they call it exploitation!

5.5 out of 10, rounded up to 6 for killer stud Mario's silky shirt and massive flares.