Everything up to the very border of that-and I mean EVERYTHING-is present and accounted for. As I said earlier: this is a porn, only without the actual penetration. It's probably just as well that I don't have Blu-Ray screengrabbing capabilities as yet, because I would be hard-pressed to find a single frame of this film that I could post here without the Blogger Police shutting me down. Is Marta's affair a marital tragedy, or a new kind of happy ending? Of course it's not long before Dario starts getting suspicious (Marta's sudden distaste for wearing panties in public is one clue her ass-baring dirty dance with Leon at the Lit Fest Ball is another), which paradoxically inflames his dormant desire for his wife to new heights. Before you know it Marta is blowing Leon at a literary fest dinner, having anal sex with him in cafe restrooms, and dancing drunk and nearly naked in public squares, stopping only to quaff more champagne and stick her tongue down the younger man's throat. Like that latter Latin Lothario, this Roman rapscallion uses the silent, forward, borderline-rapey seduction method that always seems to work in stories like these. While looking at some explicitly sexual murals at the famous Palazzo del Te (including one of Jupiter's Erect Cock), Marta meets and mysterious stranger, Leon ( Riccardo Marino), who seems to have been built in the same Sexy Factory as a young Antonio Banderas or Unfaithful's Olivier Martinez. Six months into their marriage she is feeling the wane of what was once a passionate affair-no longer do they make love in public while bemused duck hunters look on, and she hasn't climaxed since she said "I do." (Marta records all this late at night in her journal-sitting at her writing desk, pantsless, while Brass gives us an up close and detailed view of her open marrone degli occhi.) Prominent literary editor Dario ( Max Parodi) has come to Mantova for a literary festival, bringing along his beautiful, free-spirited, and extremely restless young wife Marta ( Anna Jimskaia).
The plot is basically Unfaithful (2002) all over again.
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As a result, Monamour plays as either the dirtiest mainstream movie you ever saw *, or else the most lavish porn ever made **, with only the actual penetration scenes cut.
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It also shows that age has softened none of Brass's perverse obsessions, which here are in full and varied display. The film shows that Brass still has an eye for magnificent composition, lush design, and gorgeous Euroflesh of the highest order. Sure, the public's tastes change, the budgets get smaller and smaller, and perhaps the edge is dulled as the visionaries get older and their eyes less sharp, but they're still out there, making movies on whatever scale they can-because they must.Īll that's by way of introducing Brass's 2006 movie, Monamour, recently released on Blu-Ray by Cult Epics. They have to make movies, or else wither and die from creative starvation. Film is not a vocation for men like Brass, Franco, and others-it's sustenance. Even if none of his later movies could possibly harness the power of that one-two punch to the crotch he delivered in 19, Brass has laurels enough to rest his haunches upon well into retirement.īut like many a movie-making madman, for Brass, resting on a pile of shrubbery was never an option. As the writer and director of Salon Kitty (simultaneously one of the most lushly artistic and one of the grime-encrusted sleaziest examples of the Nazisploitation subgenre) and one of the directors of the historical epic Caligula(probably the most expensive and star-studded exploitation movie ever made), Brass has already staked out his place in the pantheon of Exploitation Godhood. Mention the name Tinto Brass to fan of exploitational cinema, and you're bound to see a little gleam appear in his or her eye.
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