Have you ever wanted to voyeuristically watch as a woman gleefully masturbates a horse? If the answer is “yes,” then pull your pants down, take out your questionable member and liberally grease up for Emanuelle in America.
Notorious sexpot Emanuelle (the always alluring Laura Gemser) is back in New York, photographing nude models and calmly sexualizing murderers. With a hot tip from the sleazy periodical she dubiously works for, Emanuelle goes undercover on a sex farm, trying to raise some hard love. Thankfully, it comes (and cums) fairly easy for her.
From there, she’s traveling to all the pornographic hot spots in America to track down and graphically expose the sexual secrets of the rich and filthy. As a matter of fact, at one point, a Robin Leach-a-like licks creamy frosting off the body of a sexy model at an orgy. It’s a champagne wet dream that you wish you could wake from.
In the hundred-minute runtime, Emanuelle manages to bed most of the staff of every hotel she stays in, has a rather lascivious pool party with some girls on the payroll and, if the bestiality wasn’t enough for you — and it really should be — then how about some reasonably disturbing (but, I’m told, quite fake) snuff footage?
Yeah … you can probably pull your pants up now.
The always reliable Joe D’Amato directs (and erects) with the controversial flair that has made him and this film an outré fave amongst the horniest of film geeks for over 40 years, but it’s the stunning Gemser, an Indonesian model who outlasted and out-lusted Sylvia Kristel and her double-“m”s, that makes these smut films watchable long after the viewer has gone limp in hand-wiping disgust. —Louis Fowler