Emanuelle in America is a bizarre mishmash of a movie, starting out as soft core with some hardcore inserts, but then shifting into a rather grim exploitation film, and then going back to soft core.The film follows the exploits of Emanuelle (no, not that Emmanuelle) as she pursues a career as a reporter. She appears to be working for your typical tabloid, though most of the photos she takes would fit in better at Hustler. Among the stories she pursues are a wealthy man's harem and a scandalous resort catering to the filthy rich.Up to this point, we are in pretty basic soft core territory, with all the usual scenes of lesbianism one expects from the genre. There are the occasional hardcore inserts to spice things up, but nothing you haven't seen before.Then, things get weird.It starts with a stable scene about twenty minutes in. As Emanuelle and a group of friends watch through the window, a woman performs a sexual act on a horse. This is not simulated bestiality. Somewhere or other the director found an actress willing to molest a horse.It starts to get truly freaky when Emanuelle stumbles upon a snuff film ring. At first, we only see very grainy 'snuff' footage. However, in the film's climax, we are treated to the filming of a snuff picture from the perspective of a woman under the influence of LSD. This distorted view only makes the footage more disturbing.What makes the film particularly odd is that it shifts back and forth between playful soft core and disturbing exploitation. For example, the aforementioned snuff scene is followed by a tropical island frolic. The change in tone is jarring, to say the least.The film does benefit from good production values. There is some very nice camera work, and it has a cool 70s rock soundtrack. However, the bizarre plot line makes it an odd, if memorable, film experience.

"Emanuelle in America" is one of the grittiest exploitation films I've seen from the '70s. A bizarre but successful blend of erotica, hardcore porn and realistic-looking "snuff" segments are blended in a powerful cocktail of images which aren't easily forgotten.As the end credits rolled on "Emanuelle in America", I was left wondering what the purpose of this film was. A daft question, I guess, as this is a pure exploitation movie and designed for the sole purpose of making money. It just surprised me that D'Amato's film ends with some major plot threads hanging in the air, never to be resolved. Some would argue that this adds realism to the piece, which may be true.Laura Gemser is delightful as the lead, Emanuelle. She has a timeless beauty and looks simply amazing throughout the proceedings.I was actually surprised at the inclusion of the hardcore scenes in the version I watched. They proved far from titillating and out-of-synch with the rest of the film and the horse scene simply has to be seen to be believed.A very seedy 7 out of 10. Viewers may feel like a hot shower after viewing this one.

I don't know why this movie is so controversial. The sex scenes are very boring. On of the reasons they never finish a scene. After a few seconds Emanuelle disappears and goes to the next sex object like a horse. Well that horse scene is also very boring. And I cant understand why people bitching about that. She even doesn't jerk her off, she is only touching it a few times very softly. Well i'm sure someone who cleans a horse also cleans his penis and nobody has a problem with that? Many horse cleaners do that work because they love the horse penis. Nobody comes out for it but its the true.At the end i was so bored i almost felt asleep. The woman look nice thats truth, and they could have made something of it if they give every sex scene some more time to finish it, now its just unfinished work in my opinion. OK I give it a 5 out of 10 because of the hot chicks and its from the seventies.

Ah, that Joe D'Amato...you can't help but watch his films no matter how curiously interesting or just plain bad they are. If it weren't for the explicit versions, I think most folks would forget about them soon after viewing, unless just gawking at naked gals here and there in the guise of a "legitimate film" is your kind of thing. The BIG problem with Emanuelle In America is that it can't make up its mind if it wants to be mere exploitation or hardcore, as it bounces back and forth but never really completes those goals.Li'l Miss Sexpot herself Laura Gemser is "Miss Emanuelle" who will travel anywhere and subject herself to any danger in order to get an ultimate story to further her journalistic endeavors (her sneaking around and snapping pics reminded me a lot of later Charlie's Angels adventures). She joins a harem of sorts and fondles women and watches bestiality, mingles with horny aristocrats, gets an expose of a women's pleasure resort (ah, finally a bunch of naked men in a movie), and shmoozes with bad men behind a snuff film ring. Yes, a film like this DOES need lots of sex to keep it going, but it's strange how much of it doesn't show up until much later.When sex scenes start, they end abruptly like a bad tease. During the sex, lots of jumpcuts jar the viewer so that it's not easy to get any pleasure out of viewing it. When hardcore footage appears, it usually never "finishes" (okay, there's a lack of money shots). When there ARE money shots, the scene has zipped by so fast you wonder if you were supposed to get excited or think that folks finish sexual encounters within one minute or less. Sex scenes in films like this are usually intended to arouse, and these leave you somewhat confused.Here is where I DEFEND something about this film: Those people who are only turned on by shaved, squeaky-looking pretty people in porn should not be so harsh to those of us who actually like a bit of body hair on men, or if women aren't so artistically trimmed. I have a feeling that most are bitching about the "hairy men" because of the bearded guy in the hut (in the Tarzan fantasy sequence). If anything, his hirsute appearance enhanced the energy of the too-brief scene, and I'm sure there are plenty of folks that appreciated a natural-looking man instead of plastic pretty boys. As for the women, it's funny how so many "reviewers" are calling the actresses unattractive -- seems there are too many men out there that have ridiculously high standards for women. I didn't find these women unattractive; if anything they seemed real and still even out of the league that most of the drooling heterosexual viewers would ever get in real life. You know the kind, guys with beer guts who wear hats and t-shirts that say "No Fat Chicks" and think that all women are inherently bisexual. I say HOORAY for '70s hairy porn, let's have more of it!For me, instead of being creeped out by physically follicle-blessed men, I was creeped out by the sordid footage of the snuff films. Instead of a glimpse of one, we are subjected to several scenes of it, and it reminds me of those harsh slasher films that get women naked before they are dismembered. Are we supposed to be aroused by the nudity AND the physical violence at the same time? Otherwise, why so much of it in this film? I say fill out the other basic hardcore sex scenes more, and less of the poles and hooks being used as sexual torture. And to think David Cronenberg got his inspiration for "Videodrome" from this film.....eek!So, take a look at Emanuelle In America so you can say you saw it, and if you got a kick out it, then it's actually okay. I saw it as a curiosity that had to be done and over with. It just really felt like a longgggg tease to me, so that I had to dig into my stash of hairy '70s porn afterwards to feel satiated!