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

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French pervert Just Jaeckin must’ve gotten a museful erection while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark, because his adaptation of the cult comic strip “Sweet Gwendoline” — emphasis on the word “strip” — is full of all the swashbuckling action you love and, even more so, all the unbuckled belts you probably lust after.

Starring video vixen (and future domestic abuser) Tawny Kitaen as the titular Gwendoline, when we meet her, she’s being smuggled in a wooden crate to an absolutely offensive Asian setting, filled with flapping chickens, vegetable-slicing old women and raging Chinese thieves hellbent on rape and stealing, definitely in that order.

Along with her puckish pal Beth (Zabou), they make an uneasy alliance with sleazy adventurer Willard (Brent Huff), the ultimate man’s man who usually jokes about punching women in the face. He agrees to take these nubile teens (?) to the land of Yik-Yak to find a butterfly Gwendoline’s father was apparently searching for when he vanished.

Once they find the elusive flying bug, they’re thrown into a sadomasochistic world of pinched nipples and metal thongs, sexual traps and slave girls used to pull chariots. Even though I kind of lost track of what’s going on at this point, needless to say this is the part of the film where it’s probably okay to touch yourself.

Truncated to 88 minutes and retitled The Perils of Gwendoline in the Land of Yik-Yak for American audiences — I guess distributors didn’t think Yankee audiences would “get” the not-so-subtle acts of erotic bondage continually onscreen — Gwendoline is a stupidly sexy take on a smutty comic strip, a movie that I’m guessing most of us grew up voyeuristically viewing on late-night cable. —Louis Fowler

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