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Tawny Kitaen must have been a lot less cooperative an ingenue than Sylvia Kristel had been for director Just Jaekin. His adaptation of John Willie's Sweet Gwendoline adult comic lacks any real erotic content and ends up little more than a cheesy pulp adventure with a little skin. The acting is as awful as any school play and not helped by casual Euro dubbing.

The story sees Gwen and gal-pal Beth arriving in China to search for Gwen's butterfly-collecting father. They cling to skipper Willard, a man so singularly mean, sarcastic, and uncooperative that the girls' action are bizarre. Together, they traipse thru jungle and desert to the fabled Amazonian land of Yik Yak.

The location work is pretty admirable, but the studio sets at the end are the cheesiest you'll ever see. You may not notice at first because of the distracting presence of many lovely women in metal bikinis, but by then you'll know that nothing really sexy is going to happen. There is only one love scene in the film, and Kitaen wears a cloak the whole time! The rest of the film contains nothing more than a few random breasts, and the last act features many strangely industrial bondage setups that aren't really used to any advantage (except, perhaps, the pony girl chariot race). It's all a terrible waste, since the girls are lovely (tho not busty) and the erotic possibilities of Asian girls, jungle love, and Amazonian warriors are endless, but again and again it's obvious that Kitaen refused to do more than flash the camera.

Genuinely awful "comedy" entry in the Black Emanuelle series with Laura Gemser. Gemser is as lovely as ever, but the story is stupid and boring, the acting is amateurish, the dubbing uses hee-haw American accents for the rubes, and the sex is dull and not erotic.

Emanuelle is the new doctor in town, driving all the men wild, but not doing anything more sexy than showering near an open window. The townsfolk create their own romance, fumbling around in barns and boats in decidedly unsexy ways. When Emanuelle's boyfriend arrives, it starts a mistaken identity subplot that couples awkwardly with the main plot, which involves some sort of land rezoning scheme. If that sounds dumb, it is.

I give it a 2 only because no one crawls thru any ventilation ducts to escape from or gain access to a villain's lair.

Sub-par as a sex flick, sub-par as a psycho-thriller, this Misty Mundae vehicle may please fans but it's not going to create many fans. The story follows two sisters who want another troublesome girl out of the way, but who find themselves stumbling into the lair of a lesbian even more psycho than they are. She forces them to compete in some little games at gun point if they ever want to get out alive.

Misty and Chelsea Mundae demonstrate their C-list eroticism and D-list acting skills. Robert Rowell's directorial style consists primarily of jamming a camera as close to his subject as possible, even outdoors. The music is a relentlessly repetitive pounding that doesn't distinguish between a girl masturbating in a shower and someone being murdered.

The story piles on the twists until the early scenes make no sense. The sex scenes are uninspired, unerotic, and sometimes impossible, altho Misty saves a few by being delicious in a short skirt. Julian Wells does all right as the psycho lesbian, but the role doesn't ask much of her and Misty ruins most of her intense scenes by being annoying and sarcastic.

I've certainly seen worse, but if this is one of the best Misty Mundae films, I'm not going to hurry to find another.