Word: voyeurs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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They want us all to know that our rights to privacy are daily and dangerously threatened, but they raise the alarm with a true voyeur's relish. Extreme Close-Up has a sort of coy seaminess that says less about the hero's obsessions than the hang-ups of the film mak ers, who stage each detail of erotic dalliance even more fondly than the newsman spies on it. The cast is hopelessly eager to please and includes, be sides the continually perspiring McMullan, several young women who reveal various portions of their anatomy with the zeal...
Bartel, making his feature debut, exhibits a great deal of somewhat perverse and not necessarily admirable skill. Private Parts tends to be short on horror and long on kinky grue, like a gross animated cartoon. Its most outrageous scene is one between a lovesick voyeur and an inflatable plastic dummy. The distributors, MGM, are keeping quiet about Private Parts. One can appreciate their apprehension...
...marshaled his opulent visual style to tell a stark story of sex as a be-all and end-all. For boldness and brutality, the intimate scenes are unprecedented in feature films. Frontal nudity, four-letter words, masturbation, even sodomy-Bertolucci dwells uncompromisingly on them all with a voyeur's eye, a moralist's savagery, an artist's finesse...
Journalism in much of Western Europe has long had a strong voyeur strain to it. Its girlie magazines outflesh their American counterparts and many general publications have large appetites for nudity and gamy gossip. Hoping to collar part of the European audience, Hugh Hefner has introduced Italian and German editions of Playboy. The mid-November debut of the Italian Playboy (circ. 350,000) posed a direct threat to Playmen (circ. 400,000), a home-grown imitation that has surpassed its American model in spice, if not in style, and has won a profitable niche for itself (TIME...
...despair more graphically than did Leduc. Her astonishing confessional quality, what Simone de Beauvoir called her "unflinching sincerity, as though there were no one listening", made her autobiographies. Le Batarde and Mad in Pursuit, at once fascinating and embarassing, forcing the reader into the stance of a literary voyeur, unable to put down the sordid but compelling story of her psychotic, unrequited passion for Genet, of her lesbianism, and her complete despair. No human being has ever been more lonely than Violette Leduc...