Emmanuelle et Françoise

It's funny to see George Eastman playing a 'hunk' here, a few years before he put on a few more pounds and became notorious for playing the likes of The Anthropophagous Beast and 'Big Ape' from 2019:After The Fall Of New York. This is a bit slow and it doesn't contain any truly disturbing scenes like Emmanuelle In America, but it is worth seeing. The premise is good and the ending is quite Poe-like, almost - quite a tragic tale. Performances are pretty lame, despite what someone else has said here, Eastman isn't very good really. Some funny sleaze set-pieces and the bit at the end with the racing cars has a big 'WTF?' factor, as they say on the internet... Excellent, ridiculous Italo-psych score and the club scene is hilarious too. Not one of Joe's best, but god damn he wasn't lazy with the work-rate was he?

Unfortunately, the late, great Joe D'amato left his favorite horror format for this mixed-up caper of romance, revenge and the powers men and women hold over each other.

There is very little gore here, but many relationships. This spells disaster for a Joe D'amato Pic.

Obviously, Joe wanted to branch out from his usual Gore and Chicks flicks..but this bomb will put you to sleep...or hurt your finger from holding down your VCR's Fast Forward key.

Take my advice, Skip It!

"Emanuelle e Françoise (Le sorelline)" is a 1975 Italian exploitation film that delivers on its promise of eroticism and controversy. Directed by Joe D'Amato, a master of the genre, the film is an unrestrained and unabashedly sleazy journey into the depths of human desire and the extremes of revenge.

The plot revolves around the titular characters, Emanuelle, a mature and seductive agent, and her sister Françoise, who find themselves entangled in a web of murder and intrigue. The story takes a twist when Emanuelle discovers that her sister has been murdered by an evil, playboy character, setting her on a path of vengeance.

The film is unapologetically explicit, featuring a steady stream of sexual content, including a three-way lesbian encounter, genital fondling, oral sex, and creative use of a wine bottle. The violence is also notable, with a detour into horror territory, adding a layer of unpredictability to the already titillating narrative.

While the cinematography and composition are commendable, with D'Amato's own photography enhancing the atmosphere, the real star of this film is its unhinged nature. The performances are delightfully over-the-top, with George Eastman's sweaty portrayal of the playboy villain being a standout. The score is also worth mentioning, described as "demented," it enhances the depravity on screen.

However, the film is not without its flaws. The late shift into horror may be jarring for some, and the story itself is uneven, feeling like a set-up for the sex and violence rather than a cohesive narrative. This is a common issue with fake Emanuelle movies, of which this is a part, and while it has its moments of brilliance, it also feels exploitative and trashy.

In conclusion, "Emanuelle e Françoise (Le sorelline)" is a film that embraces its B-movie status and leans into the excesses of the genre. It is a wild ride that will appeal to fans of Euro-trash cinema and exploitation revenge flicks. It may not be a masterpiece, but it leaves an impression for its unabashed embrace of sex, violence, and sibling revenge.

Not what I expected from D'Amata who is mostly known for his gore/porn films but its somewhat of a different film. You have the big anthropophagus himself George Eastman as a selfish gigolo/actor who obviously causes the death of his pushover model girlfriend. We find out that Carlo's (Eastman)girlfriend has a sister and its no other than Emmanuelle (being played by someone else other than Laura Gemser here). After finding out the humiliation Carlo put her sister through Emmanuelle exacts her revenge by chaining the poor sap in a secret room in her house and drugging him up causing him to have hallucinations. The whole affair is slow moving but it has its perks: some 70's bush (if your into the rug look), slew of soft core scenes and some bizarre hallucinations involving cannibalism, we even get George Eastman reprising his Anthropophagus role with his big meat cleaver! Genre buffs will dig this, you'll need it to complete your emmanuelle collection otherwise I found myself drifting in and out of it.

Pushed to the limits by her abusive boyfriend Carlo (George Eastman), distraught photographic model Françoise (Patrizia Gori) throws herself under a train. On learning of her sister's untimely death, sexy reporter Emanuelle (Rosemarie Lindt) sets out to make Carlo pay for his wicked ways, drugging him, chaining him up in her apartment's handy, secret, soundproofed room (complete with two-way mirror), and performing sexual acts in front of the helpless guy, occasionally enhancing his experience with hallucinogenic drugs.

Written by Bruno Mattei and directed by Joe D'amato, two of Italian exploitation cinema's most infamous sleaze-merchants, 'Emanuelle e Françoise le sorelline' sounds like solid gold for those who enjoy their Euro-trash on the stronger side, but it should be noted that this is a relatively early effort from both film-makers, and despite a steady stream of sex and a touch of violence—a three-way lesbian tryst, genital fondling, oral sex, inappropriate use of a wine bottle, and meat cleaver mutilation—the naughtiness is not all that explicit (by D'amato's standards, at least) and the carnage (achieved with the use of a couple of bottles of ketchup and a few spare mannequin parts) is too fake to be truly disturbing. A rather slow pace adds to the tedium, making this a less than essential film for fans of either Mattei or D'amato.

5.5 out of 10, generously rounded up to 6 for the hilarious blonde chick in the nightclub who takes her top off and jiggles her tits whenever the music gets faster.