CUTTING EDGE CUISINE

Just know in advance—everything is served raw.

Why were cannibal horror movies like Lebendig gefressen ever made? We can’t answer that. We just work here. This poster came from West Germany. The movie premiered there today in 1980, but was actually Italian made as Mangiati vivi!, and known in English as Eaten Alive. In the story Swedish willow Janet Agren goes searching for her sister, who disappeared six months earlier and seems to have joined a cult in New Guinea that’s located in cannibal territory. She hires the raffish Robert Kerman as a guide and the two are helicoptered into the deep dark jungle. They find the cult and its Jim Jones style leader Ivan Rassimov, alright, but as the Eagles once informed us, they can check in anytime they like but they can never leave.

Mondo flicks such as this one use actual gross-out footage, and there’s plenty of that, as we see men suspended by hooks in their backs, an alligator slaughtered in a ritual, a mongoose and cobra fight to the death, a large lizard regurgitate something it ate, a monkey eaten by a python, and more. In theory this gave such movies an atmosphere of grim realism, and maybe that’s true, but film is also supposed to be escapist, no? In any case, viewers are well prepared when the cannibals start chowing down on human flesh. As an example of mondo horror, we suppose Mangiati vivi! is one worth viewing, but judged on its own merits it’s awful. And we were unable to forgive the filmmakers for letting the smoldering Paola Senatore be mutilated and eaten. Even we have our limits.

If you’re interested in the other cannibal flicks we’ve discussed (and why wouldn’t you be?), you can check those out here:

La Dea Cannibale with Sabrina Siani.

La montagne du dieu cannibale with Ursula Andress.

Jungfrau unter Kannibalen with Uschi Fellner, better known by her Playboy centerfold name Ursula Buchfellner.

Emanuelle e gli ultimi cannibali with Laura Gemser.

Horror Safari with Gemser again, because once you make a cannibal movie you just can’t resist making another.

Gemser travels to many distant cities, and meets the worst people in every one of them.


To say that Laura Gemser’s Emanuelle films are hit and miss is an understatement of epic proportions. While early entries have the happy softcore feel needed for thought-free diversion and occasional boners, later offerings veer into dark territory. Emanuelle – Perché violenza alle donne? is in the latter category. An Italian production, the title translates as “Emanuelle – Why violence against women?” Erotic cinema and social commentary don’t usually mix well—not because they’re mutually exclusive, but because the filmmakers never have the skill to pull it off. In the U.S. the movie was retitled Emanuelle Around the World, which sounds fine, but its international English title was changed to The Degradation of Emanuelle. Uh oh.

Gemser’s adventures begin in San Francisco when her New York based photo-journalist character enjoys a satisfying boning in the back of a truck. But soon she’s off on her next assignment, a titillating expose of a Kama Sutra commune in Asia. Once there she meets creepy guru George Eastman and uses her superior sexual skills to make his holiness transcendentally ejaculate too fast. Up to this point Perché violenza alle donne? is somewhat fun. But next Gemser meets up with pal Karin Schubert in Rome and joins an assignment to expose a sexual slavery ring. Wait—didn’t she do that in Emanuelle and the White Slave Trade? Yup, but slavers never quit. This collection of bad men are unusually horrible. One is is a burn victim who rapes his captives. Another has a penchant for bestiality.

Obviously, during the 1970s filmmakers didn’t really understand the idea of unintentionally minimizing serious subject matter the same way they do today. It was the “what-the-fuck-let’s-give-it-a-try” era, and taking such risks produced some of the greatest cinema ever. But in this case writer/director Joe D’Amato and co-writers Maria Pia Fusco and Gianfranco Clerici failed. Badly. A movie on the subject of slavery and rape would be unpleasant but important if it were a Claire Denis drama or a Laura Poitras documentary. Mixing it into a flyweight sex film doesn’t add dramatic weight—it adds discordance, embarrassment, and insult. It was a total miscalculation. You could potentially watch the film until Gemser departs the Kama Sutra commune, then turn it off. If you don’t, you have nobody to blame but yourself.

However, we try to see the good in every movie we screen, so we should note that there are some high points. We’ll list them. The Emanuelle films were typically shot in exotic locales, and in this case not only does D’Amato set scenes in New York City and San Francisco, but in Kathmandu, Rome, Hong Kong, and—for real—Teheran. Gemser is a limited actress, but one who always does her best with preposterous scripting. Schubert is a stolid co-star. Underutilized Don Powell is always a welcome sight. And lastly, many of the production photos, some of which appear below, are interesting. That’s about all the good we can find. We’ll just slide Emanuelle – Perché violenza alle donne? into ye olde metaphorical trash bin and forget it ever happened. It premiered in Italy today in 1977.

In giallo it's not the final destination that matters. It's the endless journey in circles.


Spasmo is what you used to call your little brother, but amazingly it’s also the name of an Italian giallo flick, and like other giallos, this one comes with sly looks, loaded dialogue, appearing mannequins, disappearing bodies, creepy bit players, coincidences that aren’t really coincidences, and baffling extraneous events. The plot here here is set into motion when Robert Hoffman shoots an intruder. The body disappears and he spends the rest of the film trying to figure out what happened. Which is impossible, of course, because in giallo the plots are often nonsensical and the characters behave irrationally in ways both minor and major. At one point co-star Suzy Kendall, who needed a long soak in a tub after this torturous journey, says, “I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything!” And that neatly sums up the film. But giallos (or gialli for you purists) aren’t usually meant to be understood. They’re puzzles with no solutions. Extremely self-conscious and stylish mindfucks. Some are better than others, but for us, everything about this one falls short except the three excellent, creepy promo posters you see above. Spasmo premiered in Italy today in 1974

I am a normal… and well adjusted… adult female… human being.

Hide? Heh-heh. What makes you think I have anything to hide?

I just pop up and scare the shit out of people when they least expect it. I’m really good at it, too. I’m like the Hendrix of that.

Giuseppe said my plaid leisure suit was ugly and now he must die.
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Edições de Ouro and Editora Tecnoprint published U.S. crime novels for the Brazilian market, with excellent reworked cover art to appeal to local sensibilities. We have a small collection worth seeing.
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