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Emmanuelle was a very successful 1974 French erotic film starring a white lady. As happens in our world of commerce, ripoffs and spinoffs emerged. The most successful ripoff was the Black Emanuelle series, starring the exotic blacktress Laura Gemser. "Black" as in, yes, that kind of black, as there were practically Emanuelles for every race, like Black Jesus or Asian Santa Claus (cf. Yellow Emanuelle, which is a real thing). Emanuelle in America was the fourth Gemser Emanuelle outing and, by this time, the series had almost gotten as weird as it was gonna get.
Look at that set design and ass framing! That bear literally died from happiness when this scene was shot. Say what you will about Euro sleazemaster Joe D'Amato, he had a directorial vision. Even when his films were pretty bad, there was usually some interesting stuff happening visually. Unless the frame was entirely taken up with close-ups of penises lancing vaginas.
Look at that, goddamnit! The 70s! A table disguised as a cigarette box makes a nice contrast to your vulva fruit paintings. That's (black) Emanuelle and her beau having romantic times at home. Em will soon leave on randy adventures, though. Emanuelle in America often plays like some attention-deficient sitcom where unlikely scenarios unfold, but don't really affect anything else that might happen. Like when Emanuelle infiltrates a harem of women owned by a rich dick!
This is after she almost gets killed by some model's boyfriend. He delivers this line—"I'm gonna marry her and she's never gonna have to take her clothes off ever again!"—then Emanuelle gives him a blowjob until he runs away crying. But then it's time to infiltrate the harem! The other girls are known only by their Zodiac signs and Em's a Virgo. Lolcats~ get it? It's funny because she's a slut! Anyway, Emanuelle and the girls become fast friends. At one point, they entice her into the pool by saying, "Come on in! It's like chicken soup!"
She also solves the problems of a neglected harem girl while they're both glisteningly naked. Then another girl masturbates a horse. Yes, this really happens, unfortunately. I kept hoping it would be a short scene with maybe just simulated horse/girl sex, but no such luck. Joe D'Amato, you son of a bitch, you've gone too far. Fuck the 70s for real. As with Cannibal Holocaust, I'd counsel getting an edited copy of this if you can, as you're not really losing any of the thematic nuances of Emanuelle in America if you skip the scenes of a horse's engorged cock.
That's a palette cleanser and you're welcome. But let's go back and ask, even if you did want to put horse masturbation into your film for some reason, why would you put it in the first thirty minutes? Where can the film go from there? In this case, we go to Italy, land of gondolas and the incredible Paola Senatore. Yes, Emanuelle in America is back in Italy before half of this movie has elapsed. Emanuelle saves a troubled marriage with her marvelous baby cannon, then jets off to a party full of transparent blouses and albino rapists.
Some parts of this movie that try to be light-hearted just play as weird and gross. Like the girl in the giant cake who is immediately beset by an aged Senator, who apparently tries to snort her tits off. Senators take quite a kicking in Em in Am, as we will see.
Okay, yeah, so like after the party, Emanuelle infiltrates a brothel full of male prostitutes. The only women we see are super-attractive, btw, because hot women clearly are the most likely group to pay for sex. Emanuelle sees something creepy while she is surreptitiously watching people bang. It's a couple copulating in front of a movie screen, which is displaying a violent snuff film. Emanuelle investigates this by going to DC and seducing a Senator, who has decorated his Washington home with posters for SUZANNE'S PUNISHMENT SCHOOL. These scenes have the movie's last great line, "I should allow fluid to be spilled over me more often!"
Turns out that snuff films are real! And Emanuelle uncovers the story! But the newspaper refuses to print the story, so she throws a fit and storms out...
...and ends up in a song-and-dance number with some happy tribe ruled by a guy with a seashell bra. What the fuck, Emanuelle in America? This movie is the most schized-out thing ever filmed. Parts of it are a blast, but other parts are extremely boring, especially the lovingly-shot penetrations near the film's end. None of it is cohesive at all. It's like they had ten different scripts for this project and just decided to film them all and put them together one morning. Gemser's hot and so is Senatore and I like the set design, but some of the badder elements here are stomach-churningly bad. Not even close to my favorite thing, but it's certainly an experience.