Margit Evelyn Newton of Bruno Mattei's "Hell of the Living Dead" fame plays sexy lawyer Annabella Allori who wants revenge.Deceased drug addict Gabriele has left Annabella an audio cassette which features his confession.It seems that he and his alcoholic mother were abused mentally and sexually by the mayor,the Count,a drug-dealing pharmacist,the local priest and a wealthy physician.So Annabella wants to avenge death of Gabriele and his mother and she will do this by using sensuality and sex."La Puritana" by Nino Grassia features plenty of sleaze and full-frontal nudity provided by Margit Evelyn Newton including bathroom masturbation scene.The plot is silly and almost all the characters are sex-obsessed.6 scorpions out of 10.
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Acts of Revenge
BandSAboutMovies10 May 2022
Warning: Spoilers
Act of Revenge is all about Annabella Allori (Margie Newton, Hell of the Living Dead, The Adventures of Hercules) and how she gets revenge for her brother and mother (Francesca Guidato Berger, whose husband Helmut is also in the cast). After opening a law firm in her hometown, people start dying.
And by dying, I mean that this is one of the few giallo -- it's closer to an erotic thriller, but by 1989 obsessives will take what we can get -- where the protagonist murders someone with a skillful blowjob. Also: two women make love by pouring tea all over one another, which feels like the most unsexual sapphic moment ever.
Written and directed by Ninì Grassia, Act of Revenge predates the opioid crisis by making a pharmacist the target of revenge. I'm no lawyer, but I'm unsure if Annabella's scheme couldn't have been better set for the boardroom than the bedroom, but then we wouldn't have this movie.
After some time, the giallo gives way to the softcore sexual thriller, a genre that sadly seems like its gone away. This isn't the best example, but at least Newton is wonderful in it.
And by dying, I mean that this is one of the few giallo -- it's closer to an erotic thriller, but by 1989 obsessives will take what we can get -- where the protagonist murders someone with a skillful blowjob. Also: two women make love by pouring tea all over one another, which feels like the most unsexual sapphic moment ever.
Written and directed by Ninì Grassia, Act of Revenge predates the opioid crisis by making a pharmacist the target of revenge. I'm no lawyer, but I'm unsure if Annabella's scheme couldn't have been better set for the boardroom than the bedroom, but then we wouldn't have this movie.
After some time, the giallo gives way to the softcore sexual thriller, a genre that sadly seems like its gone away. This isn't the best example, but at least Newton is wonderful in it.
All that doesn't glitter, might yet be gold!
Weirdling_Wolf22 February 2014
After many long, soul-withering years of trawling through the brackish, celluloid murk of Italian exploitation effluvium; one gets used to throwing much that is entirely indigestible back into the greasy void of cinematic spume; but, on those gloriously rare, and wholly exhilarating occasions, something quite unexpected glitters enticingly within the tawdry, oleaginous miasma of tepid euro-schlock.
All that doesn't glitter, might yet be gold; this little-appreciated maxim is given considerable verisimilitude by 'La Puritan's' generic, Joe D'Amato artwork: while its moribund vista of poodle-haired, pneumatic broad, and an oily, lascivious-looking cat in pensive pre- canoodle might initially appear about as enticing as Polish cuisine; beneath this prosaic veneer is a muscular, lurid masterpiece of palpating, gratuitous nudity; replete with merciless revenge; and a kaleidoscope of non-stop, soft-core ruttage; whereby all those craven, voyeuristic souls can enjoy the myriad charms of Margit Evelyn Newton; who zealously dispenses an especially carnal mode of retribution that invalidates the puritanical coda of less is more: no it isn't! More of Margit Evelyn Newton's deliciously pulchritudinous flesh is ALWAYS the best option. (fortunately the arch reprobate director, Grassia realizes that one should always butter one's movie muffin, breast side up) #Excuse the bungled mixed metaphor, but the delightful Ms. Newton's libidinous physiognomy has played havoc with my reeling noggin!#
It would be remiss of me to give away the plot, or any of the wondrous set pieces away, so I wont. Life is paltry enough without some callous internet scrivener dampening the possibility of someone enjoying myriads of mondo marvels that lurk betwixt the mountainous peaks of Margie newton's fecund flesh. I literally had no idea what to expect with 'La Puritana' which heightened the exponential excitement Nini Grassi's grease-palmed Giallo afforded me!
This glorious film suffers not by the wondrous inclusion of exploitation legends Gabriele Tinti, and the perma-smarmy Helmut Berger; both of whom deliver suitably scurrilous performances; twin burning sons of macho sleaze, desperately out-sleazing each other in this towering trash-babel of tantalizing teats; an ultra-prurient; giddy-glorious, grungy Giallo; and all of which, is, of course, entirely indefensible to those with an modicum of decency. Fortunately 25 years of incremental cinematic debasement has eroded all vestiges of good taste from my amoral palate!
All that doesn't glitter, might yet be gold; this little-appreciated maxim is given considerable verisimilitude by 'La Puritan's' generic, Joe D'Amato artwork: while its moribund vista of poodle-haired, pneumatic broad, and an oily, lascivious-looking cat in pensive pre- canoodle might initially appear about as enticing as Polish cuisine; beneath this prosaic veneer is a muscular, lurid masterpiece of palpating, gratuitous nudity; replete with merciless revenge; and a kaleidoscope of non-stop, soft-core ruttage; whereby all those craven, voyeuristic souls can enjoy the myriad charms of Margit Evelyn Newton; who zealously dispenses an especially carnal mode of retribution that invalidates the puritanical coda of less is more: no it isn't! More of Margit Evelyn Newton's deliciously pulchritudinous flesh is ALWAYS the best option. (fortunately the arch reprobate director, Grassia realizes that one should always butter one's movie muffin, breast side up) #Excuse the bungled mixed metaphor, but the delightful Ms. Newton's libidinous physiognomy has played havoc with my reeling noggin!#
It would be remiss of me to give away the plot, or any of the wondrous set pieces away, so I wont. Life is paltry enough without some callous internet scrivener dampening the possibility of someone enjoying myriads of mondo marvels that lurk betwixt the mountainous peaks of Margie newton's fecund flesh. I literally had no idea what to expect with 'La Puritana' which heightened the exponential excitement Nini Grassi's grease-palmed Giallo afforded me!
This glorious film suffers not by the wondrous inclusion of exploitation legends Gabriele Tinti, and the perma-smarmy Helmut Berger; both of whom deliver suitably scurrilous performances; twin burning sons of macho sleaze, desperately out-sleazing each other in this towering trash-babel of tantalizing teats; an ultra-prurient; giddy-glorious, grungy Giallo; and all of which, is, of course, entirely indefensible to those with an modicum of decency. Fortunately 25 years of incremental cinematic debasement has eroded all vestiges of good taste from my amoral palate!
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