Well I watched another f----d up horny movie. This one is called Malicious and it's an Italian movie from 1973.
It starts out at this lady's funeral. Her name sounds like that kind of pizza.... Nevermind. Anyway, she dies and leaves behind a husband and three kids. All sons. They get this lady to become the caretaker. Like, a young lady. First, the Caretaker Lady's job seems to involve a lot of checking to see if the youngest kid has wet the bed in the middle of the night. I figured at this point that I was watching a depressing move, which was funny because I'd found it by googling "best 70s Italian sex comedies". But then it gets horny. And weird.
The bit of this movie is that the widower, the teenage son, and the just-barely-hit-puberty son are all horny for Caretaker Lady. Bawdy, right? No. It's f----d up and weird, and not by accident. That's what this movie is going for.
See, the Widower--who has a big sad picture of his dead wife on the wall of his bedroom, by the way--gets horny for Caretaker Lady. Obviously just like perving out watching her while she does her chores, stuff like that. But when he sees Teenage Son perving out on her, doing the same s--t, he's all mad.
Now folks, Teenage Son is a freaking idiot. And a pushy creep. And he keeps failing miserably at getting horny with Caretaker Lady and making a fool of himself in the process. But not our protagonist, the Barely Pubescent Tween. No, Protagonist Tween is a f----g stone cold psychopath, and a f----d up horny one. He starts playing these sexually charged games with Caretaker lady, pushing the envelope to see what she'll do. Or what she's willing to put up with. I mean, its a differently angled version of what The Widower is doing anyway, getting Caretaker Lady to participate in the male gaze with him, even though he's her employer. She's definitely aware and participating in that, but who knows how she's compartmentalizing that extremely healthy power dynamic in her head.
Of course, this movie's bit is that the Tween Protag is doing his dad's game, but better. He makes his nanny do so much f----d up adolescent sex fantasy s--t, you guys.
How do you think they end it? Think this movie is a bawdy light hearted sex comedy still? Think everyone will go their separate ways after learning an important life lesson? Think you'll walk away from this movie feeling assured that The Caretaker Lady's inner motivation wasn't written by a classic old school male chauvinist?
I watched this movie in the original Italian--I don't speak Italian, by the way--with burned in subtitles of a second language that I can neither speak nor identify. On YouTube.
It starts out at this lady's funeral. Her name sounds like that kind of pizza.... Nevermind. Anyway, she dies and leaves behind a husband and three kids. All sons. They get this lady to become the caretaker. Like, a young lady. First, the Caretaker Lady's job seems to involve a lot of checking to see if the youngest kid has wet the bed in the middle of the night. I figured at this point that I was watching a depressing move, which was funny because I'd found it by googling "best 70s Italian sex comedies". But then it gets horny. And weird.
The bit of this movie is that the widower, the teenage son, and the just-barely-hit-puberty son are all horny for Caretaker Lady. Bawdy, right? No. It's f----d up and weird, and not by accident. That's what this movie is going for.
See, the Widower--who has a big sad picture of his dead wife on the wall of his bedroom, by the way--gets horny for Caretaker Lady. Obviously just like perving out watching her while she does her chores, stuff like that. But when he sees Teenage Son perving out on her, doing the same s--t, he's all mad.
Now folks, Teenage Son is a freaking idiot. And a pushy creep. And he keeps failing miserably at getting horny with Caretaker Lady and making a fool of himself in the process. But not our protagonist, the Barely Pubescent Tween. No, Protagonist Tween is a f----g stone cold psychopath, and a f----d up horny one. He starts playing these sexually charged games with Caretaker lady, pushing the envelope to see what she'll do. Or what she's willing to put up with. I mean, its a differently angled version of what The Widower is doing anyway, getting Caretaker Lady to participate in the male gaze with him, even though he's her employer. She's definitely aware and participating in that, but who knows how she's compartmentalizing that extremely healthy power dynamic in her head.
Of course, this movie's bit is that the Tween Protag is doing his dad's game, but better. He makes his nanny do so much f----d up adolescent sex fantasy s--t, you guys.
How do you think they end it? Think this movie is a bawdy light hearted sex comedy still? Think everyone will go their separate ways after learning an important life lesson? Think you'll walk away from this movie feeling assured that The Caretaker Lady's inner motivation wasn't written by a classic old school male chauvinist?
I watched this movie in the original Italian--I don't speak Italian, by the way--with burned in subtitles of a second language that I can neither speak nor identify. On YouTube.