After viewing Cosi Fan Tutti and learning that the hard-core lesbian scene in Caligula was inserted by Penthouse producer Bob Guccione, I became optimistic that in Tinto Brass I may have found a director that could address sexuality explicitly and intelligently in a way that combined intellectual and carnal pleasures into a single delectable meal. Kind of a Fellini plus fellatio. So I think, show me more, and add some of his other movies to my Netflix queue.
Cheeky! is generally considered by most people to be a better movie than Cosi, but I was sorely disappointed. Basically, the movie focuses on a Venetian woman in London who is looking for a shag-pad away from her host family (apparently she's there for school or something) so her boyfriend can visit for some good old-fashioned boning. Meanwhile, her boyfriend, egged on by a friend, begins to be consumed with jealousy as he thinks about what his girl might be doing in London without him.
And it turns out he's justified. Not only is she having sex with the lesbian real estate agent to try and get a better deal on the loft overlooking the Thames and flashing her goods back to flashers in the park, but casual sex seems a redundant phrase in her mind. I mean, not only does she let the ex-boyfriend of the real estate agent fuck her in the ass at a party, but she doesn't protest or even really seem to notice when she goes in to get her pictures and the greasy fat man behind the counter fingers her thoroughly while she looks at negatives!
Don't get me wrong: some parts of this movie are hot, like the masturbation scene and the orgyistic lesbian bath et al, and some of it is sexy-fun, like the ass-judging contest at the party. But overall this movie is lame because it loses the emotional tension that imbues the sexuality with real force. First of all, the issue of jealousy is flat and bland compared to the way it is dealt with in Cosi, in which the husband is implicated in his wife's transgression via his fantasies of her infidelity, his poor communication, and his failure to give his wife what she wants: a back door bang. Cheeky!'s emotional bankruptcy is visually obvious in a scene when our heroine throws herself on the bed in despair after fighting with her boyfriend on the phone, and while she cries Brass focuses in on her ass and pussy. There are plenty of times when an ass shot is appreciated, but in this instance it just seems gratuitous and depraved. Overall, the movie while more explicit than your average Skinemax fare, is about of the same quality.
Anyway, I would definitely recommend against Cheeky!, and I'm moving all Brass movies to the "view at your own risk" category.
Cheeky! is generally considered by most people to be a better movie than Cosi, but I was sorely disappointed. Basically, the movie focuses on a Venetian woman in London who is looking for a shag-pad away from her host family (apparently she's there for school or something) so her boyfriend can visit for some good old-fashioned boning. Meanwhile, her boyfriend, egged on by a friend, begins to be consumed with jealousy as he thinks about what his girl might be doing in London without him.
And it turns out he's justified. Not only is she having sex with the lesbian real estate agent to try and get a better deal on the loft overlooking the Thames and flashing her goods back to flashers in the park, but casual sex seems a redundant phrase in her mind. I mean, not only does she let the ex-boyfriend of the real estate agent fuck her in the ass at a party, but she doesn't protest or even really seem to notice when she goes in to get her pictures and the greasy fat man behind the counter fingers her thoroughly while she looks at negatives!
Don't get me wrong: some parts of this movie are hot, like the masturbation scene and the orgyistic lesbian bath et al, and some of it is sexy-fun, like the ass-judging contest at the party. But overall this movie is lame because it loses the emotional tension that imbues the sexuality with real force. First of all, the issue of jealousy is flat and bland compared to the way it is dealt with in Cosi, in which the husband is implicated in his wife's transgression via his fantasies of her infidelity, his poor communication, and his failure to give his wife what she wants: a back door bang. Cheeky!'s emotional bankruptcy is visually obvious in a scene when our heroine throws herself on the bed in despair after fighting with her boyfriend on the phone, and while she cries Brass focuses in on her ass and pussy. There are plenty of times when an ass shot is appreciated, but in this instance it just seems gratuitous and depraved. Overall, the movie while more explicit than your average Skinemax fare, is about of the same quality.
Anyway, I would definitely recommend against Cheeky!, and I'm moving all Brass movies to the "view at your own risk" category.
1 comment:
...there will certainly be an ass-judging competition!
But it sounds like I'm just as well off with Naughty Nurses as Tinto Brass!
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