Director: Jesús Franco
Writers: Jesús Franco, Elisabeth Ledu de Nesle
REVIEW BY JEREMIAH
Stairs. Lots and lots of stairs. And Jess Franco is a dick enough to have everyone walk them up, and down, and up again without ever cutting away. Also thighs. Extreme close-ups of thighs. Usually humping and grinding thighs. The camera pans and scans for them, stutters, hesitantly zooms, loses focus and just operates feverishly during most sex scenes, which in this hardcore version, is most of the film. The score feels almost chip tunes in style. Megaman boss music is played for "dangerous" moments. Sometimes it feels like two or three songs play simultaneously. This. Shit. Is. Bonkers (so is what you'll need to do or pay just watch the darn thing—its out of print, it seems).
Oh right. There's also a sequence where a person hunts another person (as visualized and explained by the poster art and synopsis). That's about 125 minutes in, and it's mostly hunter and hunted roaming lost—naked—in high brush.
The nonsensical ending had me and my cousin laughing our asses off at hard it played on an outdated movie trope. We rewound it to make sure we didn't misunderstand it. We didn't. And we laughed our asses off once more.
And these too. These also go up.