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All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

Let me be very fair here, this is not the best movie in my opinion. But, this movie is fun, it has purpose and is very enjoyable to watch.

It's a good bad... and worth a popcorn matinée. While it's easy to lament what could have been...

It's a movie as timely as it is provocative and amazingly, for much of its running time, it is weirdly funny.

Watched this in 3 30 min segments while on the treadmill.I don't think I could ever say that I 'liked' this movie (and I certainly don't think I'd want to admit seeing it to most of our friends!). The story is corny, acting fair, and the aesthetics very mid-seventies. Some of the people are beautiful; some much less so, certainly by today's criteria.What I do appreciate about the movie is that there can be no mistake: focus groups were not a part of the this movie's creative process! (And if they were, it frightens me to think of where they got the participants.) It's really a 'is it fish/is it fowl' thing. There are visuals and episodes of sex that are erotic, although they are well spaced and treated somewhat in a disjointed manner, compared with today's erotica. There are a few episodes that only some, with a unique bent, will find erotic (but many might find interesting...). And there are segments that will turn most stomachs, are genuinely off-putting to me (and I don't think I'm easy to put off), and may well undo any sense of the erotic that might have developed.I have watched it, I have come away with a renewed contempt for 'polical-correcteness' and focus-group marketing, appreciation for the man's nerve, and a desire to get some of the images out of my mind.

Every film she's in has her as the most desired female in every land she goes to. Desired by both males and females. I can COMPLETELY understand why.Of all the Gemser-D'Amato films that I've seen, this is the best. The snuff angle could have been better but otherwise it's just great. It was a bit incoherent at times but I couldn't wait to see what came next. D'Amato made it clear his intention was only to entertain fans of this type of film. He definitely succeeded.And Goddess Gemser was the perfect choice.This film could feed conspiracy theories as well. It would have you believe that all millionaires are secretly into some kind of sick perversion.

Every installment in Joe D'Amato's "Black Emanuelle"-series stands for super-sleaze of the 70's, but "Emanuelle in America" triumphs when it comes to ultimate perversion and rancid sex-images. In this film, that almost qualifies as disgusting, our ambitious female reporter goes through four little adventures. She ends up in a Zodiac-harem, amongst a high-society orgy, in a resort where wealthy ladies buy sexual pleasure and – last but not least – in the heart of a snuff-movie network. Particularly this last chapter is mildly shocking since the snuff footage looks alarmingly real and the shown fragments doesn't seem to end! There's a minimum of plotting, but Laura Gemser's mesmerizing naked body makes you forget all that. In order to get the articles she wants, she has sexual intercourse with practically every male and female (or both at once) that walks over the film set. Dubious highlights (apart from the snuff-stuff) include a horse-masturbation sequence and a woman who has her nipple bitten off during a Tarzan fantasy. Enjoy, but watch out for censored versions.

At its outset, "Emanuelle in America" is like most '70s Eurotica, with naked women cavorting through every other scene, frequently having simulated sex with whichever man happens to be around, or with each other. The "plot" is just a series of scenarios meant to move the title character from one sexy situation to the next for a little less than two hours. In this case, Emanuelle (Laura Gemser) is a libidinous fashion photographer and photojournalist who travels to various locations (and not just in America, though she is New York-based), not-so-surreptitiously snapping photos of wealthy people having sex (almost no one questions why she insists on wearing that ugly pendant, even while she herself is having sex). But mixed among all this softcore humpage are scenes of bestiality, hardcore sex and very graphic (but faked) snuff film footage. Perhaps what makes these scenes so "shocking" is the casual way in which they're presented. First you're watching a half-hearted lesbian coupling in a steam room, then next thing you know you see a woman fondling an erect horse penis (surprise!). Then it's back into hard-R territory, until you suddenly see a woman performing fellatio (on a man, not a horse), presented in a decidedly triple-X fashion--particularly jarring when, up until this point, Emanuelle's America is a land where men seldom even remove their shirts to have sex, let alone their pants. There's more hard-X scenes to follow (none of which involve Gemser), but whatever prurient thrills that provides are quickly dashed by the horrific "snuff" film footage that follows. Scenes of women getting hot oil poured down their throats and getting nipples torn off are a definite mood-killer, yet they're presented matter-of-factly here, making their brutality that much more appalling.That's not to say I hated this movie. The gorgeous Laura Gemser is a compelling screen presence, though to be a sex goddess she's quite detached in her sex scenes, looking more like she's posing for a still photograph. And though it's alternately goofy, tacky and revolting, director Joe D'amato makes sure "Emanuelle in America" is never boring. Love it or hate it, you'll never forget it.