Saturday, January 21, 2012

AMAZON JAIL (1982)

AMAZON JAIL comes to you courtesy of Oswaldo de Oliveira, who also brought us the superbly brutish BARE BEHIND BARS.  This man knows women in prison in the movie way, not the pen palling with the Manson ladies way.  AMAZON JAIL isn't as willfully putrid as a lot of ladies in lockup affairs, though.  Not even one vagina-burrowing rat shows up here, nor does anyone fire up a nipple-electrocution device.  But this film still glides along on sweet insanity and sweet bared manchests...


Is this not what you paid to see?  A pudgy and hirsute gentleman running a brothel in the Amazon?  With his neurotic and watermelon-loving main squeeze?  Keeping girls penned in with a series of wooden stakes?


The captive girls in this film get off pretty lightly on the WIP scale.  When Mr. Moustache tries to pressure them into sex business at his parties, they form a UNION to resist!  Thankfully, this is not WISCONSIN JAIL.  Inevitably, they escape into the jungle with only wispy nighties and girl power to aid them.  Birds, snakes, and lesbians rise to challenge them in their procession to freedom and suffrage or whatever. 


AMAZON JAIL is, overall, a pretty good bad movie.  Bad bad movies are 100% boring, but this is only 40% or so boring and overlong.  The remainder of the running time is devoted to hilarious, ridiculously good times like Moustache's sex/dance parties....


...and vaudeville sordidness...


It's really episodic, which is fine, because it's pretty consistently entertaining...


Especially when we meet the guy in the ice-cream suit who is a gay Satanist preacher.


If "quirky" hadn't been ruined by the likes of JUNO, I'd use it as a plank of support for this.  It's offbeat and fun enough in places.  Clearly, DW Griffith can just skip rolling in his grave, as AMAZON JAIL could only be confused by the most inept as a "classic film".  But those who seek background insanity to drink over will find fertile fields contained herein.  

This is my hundredth post on this thing!  And it will possibly be the last post for a good long while...I'm thinking about starting a blog to cover horror and genre ebooks, so that will likely take up more of my time until I get bored with it.  Mors ultima linea rerum est.

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