Kiteh Kawasaki The entire flick is sumptuously erotic from start to finish, but there's one very special short scene that I never forgot after I saw it as a girl. I marked the spoiler box just in case - because for me at least, this particular scene is the key scene of the movie. I won't tell you exactly what happens - but I will tell you that it involves Emanuelle and an old-time peep-show machine. The minute I saw that scene, all my hairs raised up and I knew I was ruined forever. Nothing else satisfies me anymore - except acting in AV. I'm SO grateful to Sylvia Kristel and her crew for that! Her pioneering work inspires every thrust of my hips. And her memory will live within me forever. Did I mention I love this movie? I love this movie!

Dave from Ottawa The rambling philosophical ruminations on erotica that made up such a large part of the first movie (and frankly made no sense whatsoever) are absent here in favor of much more familiar explorations of strange sensual experiences (other women, men, groups, unusual settings, even acupuncture and massage) typical of a 70s erotic novel. Just Jaekin, director of the first movie, dismissed this film (along with the rest of the series) as unnecessarily tacked on junk, but the formula of the first movie is faithfully followed here and the results are quite watchable if not to be taken too seriously. Steamy Thailand creates an effectively exotic hothouse setting for the languorous writhing that takes up much of the movie's running time and everything looks very colorful and lush thanks to an excellent cinematographic eye for tropical images. The result is somewhat less entertaining than it sounds. It's a soft-core travelogue with the beautiful but rather dull to watch Sylvia Kristel front and center for most of the film. I have never been convinced that the woman could act, and though she looks great, she seems rather overburdened to carry a whole film for 100 minutes. Something about her performance is never completely convincing or in the moment. Nevertheless, the movie looks good, and has moments of true erotic power - something many others in this genre fail to attain - making it far from the worst choice a viewer might make when looking for an erotic adventure film.

Karl Self Like with the first Emmanuelle movie, I feel ambiguous about L'anti-vierge. It indubitably has its strong points: Sylvia Kristel is finally given her due platform -- and is absolutely ravishing; and there are several epochal sex scenes to behold. I mean, that sextuple interracial soapy full-body massage -- wow. Sure looks good!But part two of the series also adopts many of the flaws of the first instalment. First of, this entire free love, everyone with everyone, you don't know a person if you haven't shagged them, nothing is bad if it feels good, if you don't want your partner shagging every second person he or she meets then you're a possessionist reactionary etc. -ideology puts me off. Not only is it not my bag, I also think it's as dated as dated as the Pope's stand on dildos.Then the airbrained pseudo-philosophical talk scenes that go with it -- they make me feel like I'm stuck in a seminar on Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus by an asthmatic tutor with a speech disorder on a sweltering hot Saturday afternoon in Siberia, when I really just wanted to see some red-hot porn. Next, the softcore restrictions are rather awkward, and really fly in the face of the series' freewheeling premise, because when, after a lot of heady talk, the swingers finally have a go at plunging to new depths of depravity, the camera coyly pans to a substitute shot of someone fluttering they eyelids or biting their lips. And several scenes just felt abortive.So overall, Emmanuelle II -- definitely a few outstanding scenes, but sadly not a good movie overall. And, on balance, not any better than part one either.

eht5y I was first introduced to this and other 'Emmanuelle' films in the early days of Cinemax (or 'Skin-emax', as we used to call it) and other pay-cable channels that started featuring soft-core porn after midnight on the weekends. In the early 80s--when the government was cracking down on pornography and the market for direct-to-video softcore porn had yet to be plumbed--cable outlets like Cinemax had few options for 'dirty movies' that didn't cross the hardcore threshold other than the small brace of adult films passing themselves off as 'European art-house' cinema to American audiences during the mid-to-late 70s. Other examples include Lady Chatterley's Lover (also starring Kristel, in an adaptation that would surely have humiliated poor D. H. Lawrence), Felicity, and Melody in Love, but the Emmannuelle franchise opened the proverbial floodgates (the title character in 'Felicity'--another story about a young woman on an adventure of sexual self-discovery in the far east--is seen reading the novel on which 'Emmannuelle' is based while traveling by plane to Bangcok).As has been amply examined, the 'Emmannuelle' films are burdened with ponderous, annoying pretentiousness, and the audience must sit through way too much boring down-time between sex scenes that tend to tease more than satisfy. In this sense, 'Emmanuelle 2' and its ilk aren't bad for 'getting in the mood,' but compared to even the soft-core porn of today, these films are quaint. But they are fascinating as period pieces, and they are very sensual and erotic when compared to the rather mechanical and listless banging together of surgically enhanced bodies that dominates the adult film market today. Sylvia Kristel is no actress (apparently, she was so bad that her dialogue was overdubbed by another actress in the first 'Emmannuelle' film), and she is not the most beautiful woman ever to get naked in front of a camera, but this is part of her appeal: she has the face and body of a real woman, and she seems genuinely turned on (in that vaguely-detached, dreamy European way) by what she's doing.But what a nostalgia trip! Sylvia Kristel introduced so many horny young boys with pay cable to the joys of sex in foreign locales and strange places. The concept of two women making love to each other was completely unknown to me before I met Emmanuelle! I can't help but laugh thinking back to how much of my sexual education I owe to the Emmanuelle films and the other naughty Euro-trash skin-flicks Cinemax kept in heavy rotation throughout the 80s. Mom and Dad were way too uptight and repressed to fill me in--thank goodness cable television was there to explain everything.