I like to write about movies filled with buckets o' guts, cheesy acting, and high-camp plotlines. I wouldn't normally scribble down my opinions on a film from European soft-core king Tinto Brass unless Dan at Exploitation Retrospect asked me to. Previously, I wrote about the beautiful Art of Love for site, and a refreshing bit of sexploitation is always welcome. The Voyeur is a movie for "grown ups" and it's topic matter is "bouncy-bouncy." If my logo shows all the different cuts of meat, you have to expect, on occasion, different muscles.
THE VOYEUR
THE VOYEUR
Tinto Brass seems to have two basic obsessions, buttocks and labia.
The Voyeur is a film all about “The Male Gaze” in film, by a master of it. Every nook and camel-toe get explored by the camera in this set-bound, softly-lit, weirdly perfume-ad-like film. It's of 1994 vintage but, has an Eighties haze and the aesthetic of a Seventies centerfold spread, lacking only a long string of pearls and a wicker chair. The compositions, though, are sometimes as painterly and composed as those of Peter Greenaway, and in the service of a nearly hard-core fantasia.
(Thar be (naughty, naughty) Spoilers Here:)
(Thar be (naughty, naughty) Spoilers Here:)
