Les fruits de la passion (1981)

Calificación de los usuarios:

5.6/10   

Director:

Shuji Terayama

Escritores:

Dominique Aury (novel)
Shuji Terayama (adaptation) ...

Fecha de Lanzamiento:

noviembre 1982 (USA)

Género:

Drama

Plot:

A girl loves an older man. He demands that she goes in a brothel, as evidence that she loves him.

Plot Keywords:

Brothel | Prostitute | Oral Sex | Flashback Sequence | Fantasy Sequence

Comentarios de los usuarios:

Where else but in this can you get episodic, action set pieces served with leftist politics?

Reparto

Isabelle Illiers	...	O
Klaus Kinski	...	Sir Stephen
Arielle Dombasle	...	Nathalie
Peter	...	Madame
Keiko Niitaka	...	Aisen
Sayoko Yamaguchi	...	Sakuya
Hitomi Takahashi	...	Byakuran
Miyuki Ono	...	Kasen
Yuka Kamebuchi
Kenichi Nakamura	...	Le jeune homme, Ogaku
Akiro Suetsugu	...	Obana
Renji Ishibashi	...	Kato
Takeshi Wakamatsu	...	Le gardien de la maison
Georges Wilson	...	Le narrateur (voice)
Maria Meriko	...	La mort

También conocida como:

Fruits of Passion
Shanghai Ijin Shôkan - China Doll (Japan)
The Story of O Continued
Los frutos de la pasión (Spain) [es]

Duración:

83 min

País:

France | Japan

Idioma:

Cantonés | Japonés | Inglés | Francés

Color:

Color (Eastmancolor)

Relación de Aspecto:

1.85 : 1

Sonido:

Mono

Clasificación:

Italy:VM18 | Australia:R | France:-16

Locaciones de Filmación:

Hong Kong, China

Compañía:

Argos Films

Where else but in this can you get episodic, action set pieces served with leftist politics?

The former-agent of FBI loves a rich and much older man (played by Kinski). She is willing to do everything he wants to show her love, but he is playing a sick game with her. As part of this game he sends her to a Chinese brothel.

Where to start...

Sir Stephen and his mother are supposed to be 'close.' In fact, they are so close he calls her 'my sister' and she calls him 'my brother.' If this doesn't strike you as odd, wait for the scene when Sir Stephen strolls into the bathroom when his mother is taking a bath. Yes, there is obviously some rot at the heart of these kinky French hookers, and Sir Stephen's tasteless relationship with his sister, Isabelle, takes it one step further. Isabelle, who looks like a failed cross between Grunge and Goth is annoyingly clingy and morose. Yet Sir Stephen dumps his 'close' relationship with mummy, his castle, and his career, and abandons all to live with the gloomy Isabelle in squalor with a bunch of equally bizarre social refugees.

Forget plot. Forget logic. Forget motivation. Just prepare yourself for a 10-star self-indulgent vomfest of a film.