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Years ago, in the primitive days of 1980s VHS, Blockbuster Video routinely cobbled together respectable arthouse films and C and D-grade exploitation pictures to comprise its "Foreign" section. Gianfranco Angelucci's 'Honey' falls into the latter camp. For years, it was only available in a poorly dubbed, pan-and-scan VHS version, with a truncated runtime and an alluring picture on the back of nude Clio Goldsmith climbing into a Victorian bathtub, in a bizarre room walled with stacks of cotton - and they circulated this cassette at many Blockbuster locations. If memory serves, Media Video distributed it.

More recently, a European blu-ray firm decided to remaster the picture in 4k and issue it in letterbox, subtitled, with its full runtime - so I got my hands on a copy, eager to check it out again, and suspecting that the excisions from the movie could account for the mediocrity and/or lack of clarity.

No such luck. I'm afraid the restoration didn't help matters. This is a murky, dull, unfocused picture, apparently intended as scintillating and erotic, a kind of softcore Alice in Wonderland, but boring as hell. It has several gauzy smoker-calibre love scenes (including female-on-female foreplay, shot through the latticework of a boudoir screen in the said bathroom, and voyeurism courtesy of a bedroom mirror), clumsy attempts at bawdy humor, cheap production design, a grating and drippy score, and a story that travels absolutely nowhere in a hurry. There are also sleazy touches throughout, such as a dildo-shaped remote lightswitch, that add nothing other than crude yuks; watching this is like playing "where's Waldo" to find the perverse easter eggs. Goldsmith (then the future sister-in-law of Queen Camilla Parker-Bowles) was gorgeous, to be certain, and the movie benefits from a semi-intriguing framing story, with the gifted Buñuel vet Fernando Rey as a harried, victimized book publisher. Otherwise, this is a Eurotrash-stuffed frozen turkey.

Given a little more skill, intelligence and taste, the creators might have produced something along the lines of the original Emmanuelle, but anyone who expects that degree of sophistication or sexiness will feel sorely disappointed.

Clio Goldsmith looks great, dressed and undressed. Catherine Spaak looks good too, being only dressed. Together with Fernando Rey, all three they have three stupid roles, below their value. The only one who has a funny role is Luc Merenda. The movie, except for Clio Goldsmith's nude scenes, is a waste of time. 3 stars, just for the 3 actors, Goldsmith, Spaak and Rey, the last 2 being very good in many other films.

This film often drifting between artful provocation and unintentional parody, is a curious blend of erotic fantasy and surreal atmosphere. The cinematography leans heavily into soft, sepia-tinged palettes, with browns, creams, and the occasional flash of orange bathing the labyrinthine hotel in a haze that is more somnolent than sensual. There is a deliberate, almost hypnotic pacing to the visuals, evoking the languor of a dream just on the edge of slipping away, yet the intended eroticism feels oddly muted and sometimes even awkward. The film's atmosphere is thick with a sense of voyeurism, but it never quite achieves the sophistication or allure of its European softcore contemporaries, instead settling for a series of vignettes that are as likely to elicit confusion as they are arousal.

Clio Goldsmith, cast as the wide-eyed ingénue Anny, is the film's undeniable centerpiece. Her performance is earnest, if somewhat limited by the script's fixation on her physical presence rather than emotional nuance. Goldsmith's naivete and vulnerability are palpable, and she manages to anchor the film even as it drifts into increasingly bizarre territory. Donatella Damiani, as the enigmatic landlady, brings a touch of Romanesque mystique, though her role rarely rises above decorative. Catherine Spaak and Fernando Rey, both seasoned performers, are given a framing story that promises more intrigue than it delivers; Rey, in particular, brings a weary gravitas to his scenes as the beleaguered publisher, but the film rarely capitalizes on his talent. The supporting cast is competent, though the characters themselves are so thinly drawn that their eccentricities feel more like quirks for the sake of quirkiness than meaningful contributions to the narrative.

Despite the film's ambitions, the overall effect is more bewildering than erotic. The production design is sparse, sometimes bordering on cheap, and the score by Riz Ortolani, while occasionally evocative, too often lapses into syrupy melodrama. There are moments that hint at a more sophisticated exploration of desire and fantasy, but these are undercut by clumsy humor and abrupt scene transitions. The film's attempts at provocation, ranging from voyeuristic set pieces to surreal bath scenes, rarely land with the intended impact, leaving an aftertaste of missed opportunity rather than genuine intrigue.

Honey is a nice softcore film from 1981. Not your everyday b-movie that uses nudity as its main attraction. Here, the nudity is a side dish. The main attraction is Clio Goldsmith and her "dream like" story of checking into a hotel / apartment and getting more sex than you can handle. The only problem is, this is not your typical sex-ploitation movie where the majority of the movie is sex and more sex. Honey is different than most b-movie / softcore flicks of today and yesterday. The movie tries to be more of a drama than what it's audience wants it to be. Clio Goldsmith keeps your attention as the innocent, yet sexy beauty. Her red lips and blue eyes melts the silver screen. For no other reason, you can still find a copy of this movie on the shelves at some local video stores.

In the frame story a female author (Catherine Spaak) holds a publisher (Fernando Rey) at gunpoint and forces him to read her novel, which is the basis for the rest of the movie. Unlike the publisher, I have no excuse--I watched this totally voluntarily. Seriously though, it's not that bad. The story-within-the-story is kind of an erotic "Alice in Wonderland". A naive virginal girl (Clio Goldsmith) checks into a pensione inhabited by all kinds of weird employees and guests. The voluptuous female concierge insists on her taking a bath immediately and then ends up GIVING her a bath. The concierge's sister works as a maid "because she likes serving people" (like one of the older male guests who she sexually services in a room while the naked heroine hides under the bed). Another guest (Nieves Navarro)is kind of a cross between a school marm and a dominatrix. There is also a surprisingly heterosexual male ballet teacher and his gaggle of young female students. Finally, there is an oiled-up muscle-man who all the women can't help spying on as he constantly works out in his room.

This movie is more weird than erotic. The scene where the concierge bathes and, uh, swaddles the protagonist is the second female "adult baby" scene I've encountered in a European movie in the last few months. I don't know if this particular fetish is more silly or disturbing, but it sure isn't very erotic. Other scenes are just too tame. In one promising scene the schoolmarm/dominatrix orders the heroine to strip and kneel down, but then does absolutely nothing else. One of the male characters ties up the heroine in another scene, but then the movie shyly cuts away before turning into the "Story of O". Goldsmith is naked a lot and the maid has one sex scene, but the rest of the female cast stays dressed. Spaak and Navarro were probably a little over the hill (although they both still look good), but you would think they would have done SOMETHING with the nubile female ballet students at least.

Still, this movie was kind of interesting. It kind of reminded me of Roman Polanski's film "What?", another off-kilter erotic "Alice in Wonderland" type film. The ending of the story-within-the-story is very lame, but the ending of the frame story is actually really good. I didn't entirely waste my time watching this at least.