Inspired by Just Jaeckin's glossy 1974 film "Emmanuelle," tracking the sexual awakening of a young globe-trotter, "Emanuelle in America" is part of the slew of non-copyright-infringement flicks that followed. The Emanuelle/Emmanuelle films share a penchant for exotic settings, beautiful leading ladies, and wall-to-wall sex scenes. The "Black Emanuelle" films, featuring exotic beauty Laura Gemser, are the most notorious of the series, and for good reason. These movies are true mind-fucks of sleaze cinema. I'd only scratched the surface of the kinkiness with "Sister Emanuelle." Let's face it--nothing can really prepare one for a movie like "Emanuelle in America." Even knowing that his was "the snuff one" of the series, I still sat with my mouth agape through much of the ninety minutes of this movie.
Let's take a moment to go over the four stories that Emanuelle investigates. Why four stories? Well, D'Amato recognizes the importance of the "Someone, Somewhere Is Wanking" rule and gives a little nugget of sexellence for every taste (even if it's not usually yours).
Cap it all off with a finale that ends the movie on a wacky note, complete with some wildly incorrect portrayals of Native Peoples, and you've doubtless got that longed-for "whack to the cerebellum with a rubber mallet" that all good trash cinema should provide.
Here's an instrumental version of the credits theme with a montage of some of the fashions of "Emanuelle in America":
Or the funkier version, if you prefer, without the groovy visuals:
Still insatiable? Check out the Flickr gallery of stills from "Emanuelle in America."