EMANUELLE AND THE LAST CANNIBALS REVIEWED
“Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals” is Joe D’Amato at the peak of his power. Working with Laura Gemser allowed D’Amato to turn sleaze into high art. Combining the erotic nature of Emanuelle with outright cannibalistic exploitation produces the best team-up of the 1970s. Pulling from the best of 70s Italian horror, the film moves from a Fulci style mental ward into the deep jungles of the Amazon. Naturally, tits and gore are on the menu.
Somewhere between the chimp that smokes constantly and the breasts getting bitten off, your average movie viewer might realize that this film isn’t for them. That’s a good thing, as exploitation treasures like this are best viewed with like-minded people. Certain cinema is buried for the ages because not every audience has the facilities to appreciate it. Over 94 minutes, this film becomes the Italian sleaze equivalent of a rollercoaster ride. What’s going to happen next? Honestly, you’ll never know.
It’s a soft core film punching above its genre limitations. The cannibal horror was built in as a means to open up the audience that might see it. What makes me worry are the people that wanted a direct sequel.
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