Spotlighting two over-the-top actors unable to carry one scene let alone an entire movie, this rip-off of THE COLLECTOR never exhibits the style or artistic guts to take the necessary step into intentional high camp.
As a high-profile spokesperson for the feminist movement, supermodel Emmanuelle Griffin (Shannon Whirry) attracts the disturbed attention of Richard Tate (Michael Christian), a sexist voyeur with a fetish for traditional male role-playing. To reindoctrinate Emmanuelle into a state of cooing
passivity, Richard poses as Emanuelle's chauffeur, kidnaps her after pumping ether into her rental limo, and keeps her prisoner in a electronically bugged love-nest.
While Sam Weston (Bo Svenson), a private eye hired by the supermodel's mother, checks out her vanishing act with the grudging aid of LAPD detective Lytel (Tony Burton), Richard handles his foul-mouthed captive with velvet gloves. Then, badgering her with his caveman philosophy and cutting off her
water supply when she disconnects the camera he had planted in her room, Richard determines to break this beauty's spirit until she's the "perfect woman".
Switching tactics after a failed escape attempt through a small flap for food in her prison door, Emanuelle dances nude in the living room to set the stage for another flight. Unable to outjog her demented Svengali, Emanuelle is recaptured and subjected to even harsher treatment by her ogling
admirer. Learning to spout compliant playmate jargon, Emanuelle quells Richard's doubts about her with passionate sex. By the time Weston locates her, however, Emanuelle has outsmarted Richard by locking him in the room he held her prisoner in. Assuring Weston that she has no urgent need of
rescue, Emanuelle brushes off the veteran sleuth and turns the tables on Richard who's now at the mercy of his former captive.
While the leitmotif of the battle of the sexes framed by an erotic captivity interrogation might provide a sound basis for either a psychological spinetingler or a randy sex romp, PRIVATE OBSESSION comes across like a Zalman King revamp of John Fowles' scenario for THE COLLECTOR (1965).
Half-heartedly exploitative (the most foolish attitude any softcore exercise can assume), this trumped-up sexist fantasy tries to grout up its story-holes with Playboy cartoonish humor; every character that P.I. Weston grills is made the butt of stereotypical jokes.(Violence, extensive nudity,sexual situations, extreme profanity.)
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- Released: 1995
- Rating: R
- Review: Spotlighting two over-the-top actors unable to carry one scene let alone an entire movie, this rip-off of THE COLLECTOR never exhibits the style or artistic guts to take the necessary step into intentional high camp. As a high-profile spokesperson for the… (more)