Dir: Joe D’Amato, 1977
The least sleaziest of Joe D’Amato’s Emmannuelle rip off’s, Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals sees Laura Gem series travelling to Africa to write an article about cannibal tribes.
Of course, along the way, she finds time to shag anything that moves and indulge in some voyeurism.
Unusually, for a D’Amato film, there is no hardcore sex. Near the knuckle softcore stuff and a fair amount of masturbation, but no penetration.
What is usual for one of his films, though, is the appalling dubbing, terrible plot and an incredibly boring pace.
The film is so boring.
It’s not very often that a cannibal film can be described as boring. But, somehow, the director of Euro-sleaze manages to pull that feat off.
A cheaply made film, the special effects are atrocious. The blood is red paint straight out of the tin. Skin is some cheap elastic, painted pink and the cannibals all make that chop slapping sound that is always prevalent in Italian cannibal movies.
Flesh is torn from breasts, penises are chopped off and torsos are gutted but it’s all crap.
Joe D’Amato was never a particularly good director. Much like Tinto Brass and Jesus Franco, he was just a porn director who tried to disguise it under mainstream films.
D’Amato favourite, Laura Gemser, continues her portrayal of the loosest reporter this side of the continent.
With an eternal expression of vacancy and an unsated lust, Gemser meanders her way through the film shagging everyone of either sex.
There isn’t much more I can say about this. It’s just a godawful mess that isn’t worth anybody’s time.