The Naked Wytche (1970)

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The Naked Wytche (1970). 1h 22m | R

“Exploitation has curiously become a highly positive word for younger film fans, for reasons too mysterious for me to penetrate. But the bowdlerized U.S. version of this porno HANSEL u0026amp; GRETEL shows the negative connotations the word should signal.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eOn video display courtesy of Something Weird, the English-dubbed movie cuts away every time a sex scene commences, leaving five minutes or so off the running time. The audience is being exploited -suckered if you were, just as hard-up patrons back in the u0026#39;30s or u0026#39;40s were bamboozled into paying to see the birth of a baby or other trivial u0026quot;forbidden fruitu0026quot;. Thatu0026#39;s what exploitation in cinema really means: a polite euphemism for fraud.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eVet German director F.J. Gottlieb delivers a colorful, fairly goofy sex romp in this update of the familiar fairy tale. The handsome title couple (heu0026#39;s a bland German blond who the idiotic SWV shill misleadingly calls a u0026quot;Michael York lookalikeu0026quot; despite no resemblance whatsoever) are driving along on holiday when a felled-tree in the road stops them. Beautiful Hexe (Barbara Scott, her breasts hanging out of her blouse) is a countess who picks them up, and takes them for a stay at her castle atop a nearby hill.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eItu0026#39;s mainly sexual hijinks there, as Hexe seduces both of them, one by one, and a buxom maid Majd (Erika Rambach, who I wish had made more films) also services Hansel when not playing the voyeur, admiring the dongs on the stallions in the countessu0026#39;s stable.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eEnglish-version is not only truncated but saddled with a terribly cutesy and fey narration by u0026quot;Oskaru0026quot;, treating the target audience with the utmost contempt. By the time H u0026amp; G sort out their pre-marital hang-ups, and escape the clutches of the Countess (read: witch), this quite defective print has worn out its welcome.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eItu0026#39;s a shame, because Continental professionalism has been reduced to garbage by American distributors. All-knowing latter-day pundits like to make fun of u0026quot;Euro sleazeu0026quot;, u0026quot;Euro trashu0026quot; and the like, but the guilt for these guilty pleasures lies westward.”


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