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Yawn. Poorly Filmed Snooze Fest.

Good story, Not enough for a whole film

Actress is magnificent and exudes a hypnotic screen presence in this affecting drama.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

Paroxismus aka Venus In Furs is a 1969 movie by cult director Jesus (aka Jess) Franco in which an American trumpet player gets involved in beautiful women, people being washed up on the beach, murders and the like, all by way of great visual stylishness, tinted shots, the camera at 45 degrees and the like. Very European. And loosely based (or not) on the seminal literary work about sexual deviation.Had I watched this in 1969 at the age of seventeen, I would have thought it was the bee's knees - naked women! Watching it 40-odd years later, I see it as an incoherent mess with pretensions and naked women. And the naked women aren't sufficient compensation for sitting through the pretentiousness.And the title song is perfectly dreadful.Sorry, Jesus, I don't want to join your cult.

I happened to catch this movie recently on TCM (unedited).Let's cut to the chase folks, it's a bad movie. There's just no getting around it.It's also high camp. Sooooo, my gut says, that a bunch of friends, with plenty of booze at the ready would have a hoot watching this late 60's flick.There's hardly any real dialog in the movie; it's mostly narration by James Darren (the male lead in the film).Why Kluas Kinski even bothered to appear in this movie is beyond me since his role is minuscule. I suspect it was a paycheck & the opportunity to work with undressed ladies.The movie has lots of scenes that are bathed in day-glo colors, lots of female skin and scenes that just won't end.But it is true to it's kitschy self, complete with its supposed shocker ending.Again, if you love kitsch & that whole late 60's early 70's drug/sex LSD trip kind of vibe, you'll probably get a good laugh of this really bad movie.

Young man with a horn freaks out after witnessing an S&M orgy/murder; the victim, a rather mannish-looking woman, washes up topless on the beach...appearing to the musician not long afterwards at a club in Rio de Janeiro for a sexual affair. Inept 'art' movie taking advantage of the new permissiveness in cinema (flashes of naked flesh, a few lesbian clinches). Star James Darren looks appropriately confused by it all, though he does manage to keep his clothes on! All the women in the movie look like first-day drag queens, and none of the action on hand is erotic or colorful in the slightest. If you do watch, try to figure out why every fourth or fifth scene is in slow-motion. Childishly jaded, hopelessly derivative, bungled and benumbed. NO STARS from ****

Jazz musician Jimmy Logan finds the dead body of a beautiful girl Wanda Reed on the beach outside his home in Istanbul, a girl he recognizes from a party he was at the previous night. Jimmy is haunted by her vision and memories of how she was raped and tortured at the party and how he didn't step in to help. Two years later he is now living in Rio and finally has his musical career back on track, but he is stopped in his tracks when a woman who appears to be Wanda walks in to the club where he is playing, is it really her, can she still be alive or is it all a dream. Bizarre, trippy, love story with some Noir overtones, it has a fantastic jazzy score that creates a hypnotic mood, its beautifully filmed with a striking use of colour, touches of sadomasochism and lesbianism add even more to the mix, there's even time for a great twist or two at the end.