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Stay Away from My Window – A Review of Private Lessons

Private Lessons Movie Poster

Great tagline! Goes well with the crappy pre-Photoshop collage work.

Private Lessons (1981)

Director: Alan Myerson

Writer: Dan Greenburg

First I’d like to set aside, for the moment, the question of whether Private Lessons depicts 1) amusing Euro-style bedroom farce or 2) child rape. People still argue this dichotomy every day in the wilds of the Internet, and the movie was released 30 years ago. Harmless kitsch or kiddie porn? I can’t pretend to settle this to everyone’s satisfaction, but read on and we’ll see what we can do.

So little happens that the plot is easy to summarize. Young Phillip Fillmore (played by young Eric Brown) is left alone with the domestic staff when his father goes off on a business trip.  Little does he know that chauffeur Lester Lewis (a bewigged Johnny Fever) has hatched a plot with the housekeeper Nicole Mallow (Sylvia Kristel of Emmanuelle fame) in which she will seduce the 15-year-old Philly, fake her own death, and then extort money out of the kid.[1]

Sylvia Kristel as emmanuelle

"Well, you had a strange journey from Milan to Minsk"

Strangely, this is exactly what happens.  Philly is receptive enough – the first 20 minutes are dedicated to depicting Brown’s character as a conventionally sex-crazed adolescent bumbler, spying on Nicole. The seduction escalates from strip tease, to a shared bathtub, to dating, to sex and Nicole’s coronary expiration.  At first, Philly is complicit in hiding the death/sex-murder, but then Nicole (after a “change of heart” ha ha) reveals herself and the plot and cooperates with the boy to “turn the tables” on the conniving chauffeur. Then, more sex, if you can believe it.

This film has a problem common to most every movie where the protagonist is a child: all of the adult characters function as slightly taller children.  There is not a line of adult dialogue to be heard, and even the villain reasons and performs like a kid with a fake driver’s license. The viewer finds himself aching for a mature voice, someone to provide a little perspective. “Sex is pretty complicated stuff, and you might not know exactly what you’re feeling.” “This woman is exploiting you for criminal gain or because she is emotionally disturbed.” “Impersonating a police officer is a federal crime, with real consequences.” “If you truly love this woman, you won’t hide her body in a meat freezer.” My money was on the gardener, but he has like one line. Even Ed Begley as the boys’ tennis instructor seems, what, retarded?

And the sex scenes, ho boy.  Eric Brown was 16 years old when they were shot – in Mexico, where the age of consent was low enough.  He looks 4 years younger like a pencil with too large an eraser. In bed, the effect is uncanny – she’s just so much larger, and Brown is so obviously a child. I knew guys in high school who were 6 feet tall and had credible mustaches at 16, but Brown is asexual and tiny. For me, this is the skin-crawling confirmation that I am witnessing some kind of assault: the sight of the this fully grown, nude woman[2] towering over a skinny, motherless nit.

And I mean literally without a moms. When they argue that “I totally would have loved for this to happen to me,” Lessons boosters like to pass over the fact that Philly’s mother is dead. That’s right, in a house devoid of feminine guidance, the kid is screwing his surrogate mother.

I read a vague Internet rumor that Private Lessons was initially set to be some kind of thriller/horror movie, but early production decisions canted it firmly into the screwball sex comedy genre. That’s a real shame if you ask me, because even with the current cast, Lessons is about two degrees away from being an early 80s “The Turn of the Screw” (1898). What Henry James got right and Dan Greenburg gets wrong are the psychological consequences for the older woman when her relationship with a child becomes erotically charged. Ask yourself, just for a second: What is the internal landscape of an adult woman who fucks a 15-year-old boy who looks 12? Initially, Nicole Mallow’s actions and emotions are counterfeit, but the audience is asked to believe that she willingly returns to a sexual relationship with the boy after the plot has been exposed and the threat of extortion is past?

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The Rental Rehab Thanksgiving Throwdown

Thanksgiving throwdown

Like March Madness, but in November and with no basketball.

Happy “Day Before 4-Day Weekend”/Bird Carcass Day! Here’s a fun way to kill 30 seconds of productivity as you prepare for a long weekend away from the office*:

*My original plan for a holiday post involved a screening of Thankskilling, a low-budget horror flick about a foul-mouthed homicidal turkey. Despite a hilariously wanton display of unnecessary female Pilgrim nudity in the very first frame, Thankskilling tanks the moment the malformed turkey puppet lurches into the shot, opens his mouth and lets loose with the eye-roll-inducing Jersey-tinged insults. It simply wasn’t worth the effort, and I’ll watch anything (seriously, K and I watched The Human Centipede; also now available on instant Netflix).

-Rental Rehab post by Tricia

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I have had it with these m*****f****** snakes on this m*****f****** boat: A review of Anaconda

anaconda movie poster jennifer lopez ice cube jon voight

Sigh. Remember when all we needed was the promise of Ice Cube's booty to get us into the theater? What do you mean it wasn't HIS ass that got this thing made? Then how the hell did this happen?!

Anaconda – 1.5/4 stars

Whether the fascination is borne of innate fears of the species that ultimately caused The Fall of Man or we’re all simply suckers for an obvious metaphor for the phallus, snakes and cinema enjoy a long history together. The obvious crowning achievement (providing your definition of “achievement” is “gimmick that wore out its welcome long before entering the movieplex”) of this love/hate affair is obviously 2006’s better-in-theory Snakes on a Plane.

But for all the hype afforded to Snakes on a Plane, that film is far outmatched by the success of Anaconda (1997), which nearly doubled the box office take-home of the snake-infested Internet-craze-fueled Samuel L. Jackson vehicle, thanks in no small part to a certain Ms. Jennifer Lopez who spends 99% of the movie clad in a form-fitting, light-colored tank top that is in perpetual danger of being splashed with water.

JLo and Ice Cube Being Attacked in Anaconda

Try rubbing its belly!

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