While not exactly the last chicken in the shop, viz a viz the once infamously sleazy 'Emmanuelle' series of soft focus smut but now clearly well past its sell by date! In 'director', David Hughes's persistently inane and gratuitously bra-less, monumentally brainless T&A movie, this dour iteration of Emmanuelle takes on the lumpen form of a monotonous, decidedly unglamorous dark-haired slap n' tickle strumpet-crumpet named 'Emmanuelle of Soho' ('Randy' Mandy Miller). This prosaic performer makes an altogether dingy living repeatedly getting her skimpy schmutter off for innumerable cheapskate Soho filth-flingers, and thereafter luridly lounging around with the equally tepid, Kate Benson (Julie Lee). Benson 'stars' in a low rent, bafflingly banal burlesque while her fouffy-haired, singularly vapid photographer husband, Paul (Kevin Fraser) attempts to sell his puerile photos to sinister Soho sleaze merchant, Bill Anderson (John M. East). Paul later discovers that the duplicitous, shifty-eyed wretch, Anderson is making far more money on them than he is letting on, so hapless, Paul constructs a ribald ruse to get his lacklustre revenge, and thus ends the penurious plot!
This terminally flaccid 80s skin flick is a frequently hilarious red light relic wherein excruciatingly poor 'acting', arbitrary nudity, risible rutting, fruggable Disco-themed library music and entirely artless photography once passed for seamy 'adult' entertainment. Seen today 'Emmanuelle in Soho' is so egregiously shoddy to behold, so profoundly unerotic and absurdly incompetent as to almost lend it an aura of outrageously camp satire! The gloriously grot-minded, heroically hapless 'Emmanuelle in Soho' is riotously funny for all the wrong reasons!
'Emmanuelle in Soho' is manifestly awful smut, with all the tangible sensual appeal of a septic bunion, replete with moronic dialogue so asinine as to strongly suggest the 'author' might have some considerable trouble writing a cogent note to the milkman without nursies help! A genuinely sublime, uncommonly trashy celluloid calamity such as this appears all too rarely, and movie maestro, John Landis wittily parodied this turgid mode of sexless idiocy in his iconic 'See You Next Wednesday' skit. Voluptuously assisted by the buxom starlet, Linzi Drew, seen all too briefly in his classic 'American Werewolf in London', the delightfully uninhibited, ubiquitous 80s pin-up Drew also makes a no less brief, but equally exhilarating appearance in 'Emmanuelle in Soho'. It would be quite fair to state that Linzi's 'tremendously titillating talents' are quite demonstratively the stars of producer, John M. East's otherwise persistently pallid peep show.
