Emanuelle e Françoise (Le sorelline)

It's funny to see George Eastman playing a 'hunk' here, a few years before he put on a few more pounds and became notorious for playing the likes of The Anthropophagous Beast and 'Big Ape' from 2019:After The Fall Of New York. This is a bit slow and it doesn't contain any truly disturbing scenes like Emmanuelle In America, but it is worth seeing. The premise is good and the ending is quite Poe-like, almost - quite a tragic tale. Performances are pretty lame, despite what someone else has said here, Eastman isn't very good really. Some funny sleaze set-pieces and the bit at the end with the racing cars has a big 'WTF?' factor, as they say on the internet... Excellent, ridiculous Italo-psych score and the club scene is hilarious too. Not one of Joe's best, but god damn he wasn't lazy with the work-rate was he?

"Emanuelle e Françoise (Le sorelline)" is a 1975 Italian exploitation film that delivers on its promise of eroticism and controversy. Directed by Joe D'Amato, a master of the genre, the film is an unrestrained and unabashedly sleazy journey into the depths of human desire and the extremes of revenge.

The plot revolves around the titular characters, Emanuelle, a mature and seductive agent, and her sister Françoise, who find themselves entangled in a web of murder and intrigue. The story takes a twist when Emanuelle discovers that her sister has been murdered by an evil, playboy character, setting her on a path of vengeance.

The film is unapologetically explicit, featuring a steady stream of sexual content, including a three-way lesbian encounter, genital fondling, oral sex, and creative use of a wine bottle. The violence is also notable, with a detour into horror territory, adding a layer of unpredictability to the already titillating narrative.

While the cinematography and composition are commendable, with D'Amato's own photography enhancing the atmosphere, the real star of this film is its unhinged nature. The performances are delightfully over-the-top, with George Eastman's sweaty portrayal of the playboy villain being a standout. The score is also worth mentioning, described as "demented," it enhances the depravity on screen.

However, the film is not without its flaws. The late shift into horror may be jarring for some, and the story itself is uneven, feeling like a set-up for the sex and violence rather than a cohesive narrative. This is a common issue with fake Emanuelle movies, of which this is a part, and while it has its moments of brilliance, it also feels exploitative and trashy.

In conclusion, "Emanuelle e Françoise (Le sorelline)" is a film that embraces its B-movie status and leans into the excesses of the genre. It is a wild ride that will appeal to fans of Euro-trash cinema and exploitation revenge flicks. It may not be a masterpiece, but it leaves an impression for its unabashed embrace of sex, violence, and sibling revenge.

Pushed to the limits by her abusive boyfriend Carlo (George Eastman), distraught photographic model Françoise (Patrizia Gori) throws herself under a train. On learning of her sister's untimely death, sexy reporter Emanuelle (Rosemarie Lindt) sets out to make Carlo pay for his wicked ways, drugging him, chaining him up in her apartment's handy, secret, soundproofed room (complete with two-way mirror), and performing sexual acts in front of the helpless guy, occasionally enhancing his experience with hallucinogenic drugs.

Written by Bruno Mattei and directed by Joe D'amato, two of Italian exploitation cinema's most infamous sleaze-merchants, 'Emanuelle e Françoise le sorelline' sounds like solid gold for those who enjoy their Euro-trash on the stronger side, but it should be noted that this is a relatively early effort from both film-makers, and despite a steady stream of sex and a touch of violence—a three-way lesbian tryst, genital fondling, oral sex, inappropriate use of a wine bottle, and meat cleaver mutilation—the naughtiness is not all that explicit (by D'amato's standards, at least) and the carnage (achieved with the use of a couple of bottles of ketchup and a few spare mannequin parts) is too fake to be truly disturbing. A rather slow pace adds to the tedium, making this a less than essential film for fans of either Mattei or D'amato.

5.5 out of 10, generously rounded up to 6 for the hilarious blonde chick in the nightclub who takes her top off and jiggles her tits whenever the music gets faster.

Prolific sleaze maestro, Joe D'Amato, directed this flick before the sexy Laura Gemser became the star of the series, and for that reason; we have Rosemarie Lindt, from cult flicks such as Salon Kitty and Who Saw Her Die, taking the lead role. This puts the film on the back foot from the beginning, as Lindt doesn't bring the same amount of sassiness to her role as Gemser does, and the film is a less memorable entry in the series for that reason. Actually; it would appear that Emanuelle's Revenge wasn't intended to be a part of the Emanuelle series, and only got the title due to it's director's affinity with it. The fact that it's alternate, and more fitting, title is 'Blood Vengeance' shows this clearly. Anyway, the plot is a little bit more involving than most porno flicks, as it plays out like a thriller. We follow a young woman called Emanuelle who gets her revenge on the man responsible for her sister's death by chaining him up in her basement and forcing him to watch her having sex.

The Emanuelle character is nothing like the one played by Laura Gemser, as the young lady here has a sadistic streak a mile wide. The ending alone, without what precedes it, shows this clearly enough! Despite being more of a thriller than most Emanuelle films; Emanuelle's Revenge still finds more than enough time for sex scenes. The entire film feels very low rent, and the sex sequences do too; they're not terrible, but they're also not very erotic, and the fact that most of the film is filled with these scenes doesn't do it many favours. Emanuelle's Revenge is sure to please fans of seventies Italian films, however, as it's dripping with the typical sleaze style, and this is helped by the music and cinematography. The acting isn't especially brilliant and the film suffers from poor dubbing as always. Not having seen much of the Emanuelle series, I can't really say how good this is compared to the others; but in its own right, it's not too bad. The thriller structure is good, and the way that the film is consistently sleazy is sure to please also.

This is a pretty nasty little film but I really like it. Unusually for a revenge movie, after a brief introduction we are into the revenge stage even before we know it and there are flashbacks throughout the film to show us very clearly why this revenge was necessary! George Eastman seems just a little too cruel at first and his little innocent girlfriend a bit of a Justine who seems to get treated all the worst for trying to be so kind. Still, once we are off we really are with all manner of extreme behaviour on show. The more explicit outtakes/inserts are here presented as extras rather than within the film itself and both are the better for it. Spirited performances from all concerned and flesh on show from the opening credits till the delirious finale. Enjoy, just don't forget the cold shower afterwards!