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    Good Luck Chuck
 
 
 
    (2007) 
        
          I never thought that I would one day be springing to the defense of 
          a movie like this, but then again, I never dreamed I'd pick up a 32 
          point bridge hand, or that I would be be stealing shipments of 
          cumquats to impress my elderly Uncle Stanley's 19-year-old mail order 
          Thai bride either, so there you are. Life sometimes deals the 
          unexpected hand, and it's our responsibility to bid the tricky grand 
          slam or to bring the ben-wa balls and plenty of lubricant to Uncle 
          Stanley's house when he is spending a few days at the Mayo Clinic. 
          
          GLC is, to my knowledge, the only major 2007 film to receive NO 
          positive reviews from the cream of the crop at Rotten Tomatoes. 
          Because of the universal critical contempt, I assumed it was a 
          complete crap-fest on the level of Dorm Daze, so I 
          avoided it when it came to the theaters. Of course, the copious nudity made 
          it a must-watch for the Fun House,  and I was surprised to see 
          that the film is not that bad. In essence it is a 70s British sex 
          farce re-tooled into a contemporary American movie. I guess we should 
          not be surprised that films of that nature are widely deprecated by 
          critics and film snobs, since Tuna has covered this subject 
          extensively in his essays on the first two "Confessions..." films. 
           
           
          
          The role which would have gone to Robin Askwith in the seventies, 
          the silly dentist of only moderate 
          charm who has inexplicable success with the ladies, goes this time to 
          Dane Cook. The explanation for his bewildering gift as a Casanova is that a 
          legend has sprung up around him. No, not what you're thinking. The 
          legend is that any woman who has sex with Chuck will find her perfect 
          dream-man immediately afterward. Women therefore line up at the foot 
          of his bed. Chuck is not happy with the situation. His friend wants to 
          know, "What's wrong with 
          it?"  Well, it turns out that the legend is true (long story, not 
          worth detailing), which means he 
          can never be loved. As soon as he makes love to a woman, she's off to 
          the altar with the next guy, no matter how much Chuck likes her. And 
          Chuck likes Jessica Alba a lot. 
          
          His dilemma is, therefore, that if he sleeps with his true love, he 
          assures that she will fall in love with the next guy she meets. But if 
          he can't show any interest in the woman, he's going to lose her anyway. The 
          comedy, such as it is, involves various gimmicky attempts to resolve 
          the dilemma. (Example. He asks his friend, a plastic surgeon, if he 
          can get a completely new face after making love to Alba, so he can 
          also be the next guy after himself.)   
          
          OK, it's not a great movie. Let's not kid ourselves. But a zero 
          percent at Rotten Tomatoes? It's just not that bad. I laughed out loud 
          two or three times, and I made it through the disk without resorting 
          to the fast-forward button. And it has some creative nudity to 
          entertain my simple mind. Hell, those elements alone make it better 
          than at least half of 
          the films I watch each week. If this flick came on cable late in the 
          evening, and you had some chill time coming, I don't think you would 
          be rushing for the remote. Afterwards, you might think, "Well, that 
          was nothing special," but I think you'd probably last it out. 
          It's a helluva lot funnier than the incredibly lame and tedious Mr. 
          Woodcock, which scored 27% from the same "cream of the crop." 
          
          The pathetically low critical appraisal probably tells you less 
          about the film than about how far the average critic is from the 
          public's sensibilities. The film scores a C+ at Yahoo (with more than 
          5000 votes) and grossed nearly $30 million. Obviously some people 
          liked it, and while I didn't really like it, I didn't mind it, either. 
          
          
            - The sex montage: 
          Dane Cook and many different women.
 
            - Jessica Alba. I was floored to see that Alba is actually topless 
          for about two frames, albeit from the side-rear.
 
     
          
          
 
 
 
     
 
 
 
     
 
 
 
    The Portrait of Doriana Grey
        
          (1976) 
          
          aka Doriana Grey, aka La Marquise de Sade 
          
          
 
 
 
    
I normally leave the Jess Franco movies to Tuna, but I was curious about this 
one since it is one of Jesse's few efforts at hardcore porn, the old in-out and 
all. 
 
 
 
    
The premise of the movie is somehow kinda sorta vaguely related to the famous 
Oscar Wilde story. A mysterious, rich lesbian recluse lives in her isolated 
castle, while an exact duplicate of her, presumably a twin sister, is confined 
to a nearby asylum. The countess has numerous affairs, all of which seem to end 
with her sucking the very life out of her sexual partners like some kind of a 
sexual vampire who drains her victims with orgasms.  
 
 
 
    
Meanwhile, the other sister spends all of her waking hours saying crazy things 
and masturbating furiously. 
 
 
 
    
Kinda like Bill Maher. 
 
 
 
    
The two sisters look exactly alike, so there is no direct parallel to the Wilde 
story, but if you really want to stretch the metaphor, you could say that the 
Bill Maher sister is paying for the sins of the murderous countess, just 
as Dorian's portrait paid for his sins. But the most important element of their 
psychic link has quite a different spin. The institutionalized sister also gets 
the benefit of Doriana's lust, for the tragic nature of their telepathic 
communication is that the rich one has all the sex, but the crazy one has all 
the orgasms. 
 
 
 
    
Maybe not exactly what Oscar Wilde had in mind. 
 
 
 
    
Or maybe exactly what Oscar had in mind, but couldn't express directly in 
Victorian times. 
 
 
 
    
At any rate, the story begins when a journalist arrives to interview the 
mysterious countess about her life and her alleged twin, and the story is told 
using that tete-a-tete as the framing device, thus allowing the countess to 
narrate constantly. Not that there's much to narrate. Except for the first few 
minutes of the film, which includes some of the countess's reflections on life 
and loneliness, the film is basically just non-stop sex scenes. 
 
 
 
    
Not that there's anything wrong with that. 
 
 
 
    
Franco's approach to sex scenes is somewhat different from what you might see in 
a modern mass-produced porn film. While the scenes are neither very romantic nor 
very passionate, they are shot in beautiful lighting with a clinical attention 
to detail. In fact, "clinical" is probably the best word to describe all of the 
sex scenes in this film. Lina Romay, Franco's life-partner and collaborator, 
plays both sisters and between the two roles she manages to engage in a wide 
variety of recreational activities with both sexes, and to expose herself in gynecological 
detail, including extreme - almost microscopic - levels of close-up. In her 
"crazy sister" avatar, Romay also manages to give a BJ onscreen, and director 
Franco catches the climax just as it happens into her open mouth. Romay does not 
get penetrated with a man-root, other than in her mouth, but she has a male 
manservant, and he has a girlfriend, so that allows Franco to introduce some 
heterosexual penetration into the mix. The ...er .. climax ... of the film is a 
scene in which Lina has sex with (surprise) Lina. No, I don't mean masturbation, 
although she does plenty of that, but in this case it's the rich sister paying a 
visit to the crazy sister. 
 
 
 
    
The film does exhibit some of the problems that plagued Franco's films in that 
era.  
 
      
        - He makes extensive, most people would say excessive, use of the zoom 
        lens.
 
        - He has occasional focus problems, which he tends to correct on the 
        fly. (I suppose that derives mainly from his use of the zoom, which 
        always seem to require a period of trial-and-error refocusing after he 
        zooms in or out.)
 
        - He re-uses some establishing footage several times. (One clip of 
        Romay walking through the woods in a transparent nightie and five-inch 
        heels appears at least three times.)
 
     
 
 
 
    
My opinion is that the curiosity value of the film (hardcore porn from Romay and 
Franco) and the superb quality of the transfer outweigh the film's negatives if 
you are looking for something unique to add to your collection. The icing on the 
cake consists of plenty of extra features on the DVD. This disc is priced at a 
premium level (the best price I could find was $29.95 new from xPloited cinema), 
but I found it a good value. One simply cannot find anything to complain about 
with this DVD. 
 
      
        - The film has been fully restored and the quality of the transfer is 
        excellent. 
 
        - The disk also includes a lengthy compilation of interviews with 
        producer Dietrich and director Franco, all of which have been intercut 
        with samples from this film and others to create a documentary which illustrates the points they are 
        making.
 
        - There is also an interesting special featurette on the restoration 
        process, which is illustrated with before and after examples as well as 
        technical information about the techniques and hardware involved. (This 
        is not specifically about this particular film, but about the creation 
        of "The Official Jess Franco Collection," which basically consists of 
        the Dietrich/Franco collaborations produced in Switzerland in the 
        seventies.)
 
        - There is a documentary about the making of a different Franco film: 
        the Klaus Kinski version of Jack the Ripper, featuring a lengthy 
        analysis from producer Erwin Dietrich.
 
        - There are theatrical trailers from this and fourteen other similar 
        films - forty minutes of film altogether. (Caps from Rolls Royce Baby 
        are seen below. This is the only film I know of wherein Lina shaved her 
        lush bush.)
 
     
 
 
 
    
This film is good niche material, but since that is not my particular niche, I 
found the special features more fascinating than the film. The trailer gallery 
is like a time capsule, or perhaps a lesson in an obscure chapter of film 
history. 
 
 
 
    
Maximum C++++.  
 
 
 
    
Genre fans rarely get anything as sweet as this this: a fully restored film, 
hardcore done by people who don't usually do it, and a ton of special features. 
A must-own for fans of Franco and/or Romay. 
 
       
 
 
 
    
  
 
 
 
    
There are many caps from this in the Encyclopedia, and I imagine that Tuna will 
get to it eventually and cover it thoroughly, so I stuck only with Lina and 
hit only the highlights. Several other women and two men also engage in sexual hijinks. 
 
 
 
    
Also seen below are some caps from the Rolls Royce Baby trailer and Mr. Skin's captures of Lina from various other films which 
are either not currently represented at all or not represented well enough in 
the Encyclopedia. 
 
      
 
      
  
 
 
   
 
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            Hélas pour moi (1993), or "Oh, Woe is Me," is Jean-Luc Godard's 
            retelling of the Greek myth of Herades birth, when Zeus takes the 
            form of a human so he can have sex with a man's wife and 
            experience human love. In this version, the wife is played by the 
            lovely Laurence Masliah. 
           
            In our Final Jeopardy question, the part of God in a French movie 
            is played by ... 
           
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            Jeopardy music plays.) 
           
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            Gerald Depardieu. 
           
            (Did anyone have any doubt at all? If anyone got that question 
            wrong, you lose all your money, no matter how much you wagered.)  
           
            A publisher travels to a small 
            Swiss village to see if the story he has heard is true. What we see 
            slowly revealed is the result of his investigation. Plot 
            developments are sporadic at best, and must compete with placards, 
            non-sequiturs and aphorisms for viewer attention. Hubby leaves for 
            an overnight business trip to buy a hotel, and then seemingly 
            returns home for some fast sex. Can't fool us, however, because we 
            know which Greek myth inspired this, so we know that the man who 
            returns home is not the husband at all, but 
            God using one of his customary ploys to get laid. Or maybe not. Or 
            maybe it is God but he is unsuccessful. Whether or not he succeeded is not really 
            clear, but I suppose Jean-Luc would say it doesn't really matter. 
           
            Especially given that nothing else is clear either. 
            It is probably clear to you already that this is not my kind of 
            film. I found it beautifully rendered and utterly indigestible, but I thought in fairness I should present the other side of 
            the debate, so here is a counterpoint which I cobbled together from 
            on-line reviews and comments. Remember, these people are all talking 
            about a film they love. 
            
            "It is a contemporary existential allegory and elegiac in style." 
            It "is not meant to be viewed lightly - it's not a typical American 
            movie. It is not really an enjoyable film, but more a disturbing, 
            thought-provoking one." 
            It "is confounding, challenging and nearly impossible to 
            penetrate. But because the film puts such demands on our attention, 
            this obscurity becomes its own reward. Godard stopped making sense 
            years ago; now he appears to be engaged in the discovery of meaning 
            that lies beyond words, beyond stories. Luckily, he has not moved 
            beyond the cinema. No one else makes films so alive with ideas or 
            executed with as much daring, beauty or humor." 
            "All this is kind of dense going in the movie, although it is 
            punctuated by moments of typical Godardian humor, like when a 
            bicycle is dropped from the sky to see what will happen to it or 
            when the commentary states that The Communist Manifesto and Alice in 
            Wonderland were both written in the same year." 
            
            "The bifurcated juxtapositions further reinforce the idea of the 
            importance of contextual fidelity (the ritual) rather than simply 
            achieving a textual fidelity that can prove to be false (a 
            surrogate)." "Godard's film is very much a private cinema. Its 
            light is postmodernist. A very wonderful film, a wonderful sacred 
            work." 
             
            So, there you have it. Is it an incomprehensible film beautifully 
            shot or a "very wonderful film, a wonderful sacred work?" 
            I can safely say, with tongue only partially in cheek, that this is 
            exactly what someone would choose to see a Godard film for, finally 
            available with 
            excellent English subtitles and a very nice (full screen) transfer.   
            C+. A real treasure for you Godard lovers. God bless ya. 
            IMDb 
            readers say 6.1 with only 168 votes. The low vote turnout is likely 
            because this has only been available on VHS, and never at 
            sell-through prices. It can now be found on an excellent DVD at RLDVDs.com.  
           
              
            
            
              
            
        
       
        
        
           
         
          
           
             
           
            
           
         
         
         
            
         
         
          
         
         
         
      
        
      
   
           
  
       
  
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      Helena 
      Bonham Carter in The Wings of the Dove, This is Hall of Fame nudity in 
      terms of combining romance, beautiful photography, explicitness and a 
      major league actress. The movie is a slow-paced "chick flick" with lush 
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      taste - and one must wait a long while before the sex scenes, but the last 
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      Scoop's notes: Quite a catch by Flauti 
      (and his usual beautiful presentation)! This film  just had its US 
      Premiere at the Coney Island Film Festival last week.
      
      Here's the festival page, which also links to the trailer, the 
      official film home page, and so forth. It's rated a pretty solid 6.1 in 
      the early voting at IMDb, but I don't know jack about it, other than 
      what's written on those pages. 
      
      If you are wondering what happened to Lara in the past four years, she 
      took time off to start a family and to go back to school. (A biochemistry 
      major at McGill, the Harvard of Canada, her original plan was to become a 
      doctor.) She was able to get this meaty comeback role, by her admission 
      the best role of her career, because she is married to the 
      writer/director, Damian Lee!  
      
      Thanks to both of them for sharing this great nudity with us! 
      
      
      
      Lara Daans interview, part 1, ....
      
      part 2 
      
      
      To see Lara in her prime, hotter than a pistol, check out the caps in the 
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