There’s no question that Franco was inept in many ways, starting with some unbelievably dumb stories. Not what the story is about but how, usually awkward, wooden, unnatural in anything that resembles life. Still, he led a pretty admirable life, shooting films, composing music, traveling around sunny locales, meeting and undressing some pretty women with his camera. I can think of ways much worse to spend my time on earth.
And even more appealing to me, there’s something to be said about his mentality towards films, probably immersed whilst doing it but quickly moving on, unattached. It’s freeing to see.
So when all is said, you have probably decided what use you have for any of these films.
This isn’t one of his best, far from it actually. For me, that’s Eugenie De Sade and Vampyros. I rate it low, because it is bad in all the parts, even the sex which is neither erotic nor dangerous as he probably thought. What he explains about the ‘world of pleasure’ are childish notions.
Still, what it is has its attractive aura. The very loose structure, a woman simply walks around having sex, the languid locations in Madeira, the vapid look on Lina Romay’s face as she glides unattached in the nude, the overall air of casual commitment to dumb (as in inarticulate) passion. Oh, he’s still the dull man from interviews but this improvised void endears.
It’s like we’re on vacation, leisurely pacing around as we do some trivial stuff (shooting a softcore film) in order to be far from home. Just look at the images above and tell me they are not someone’s hazy daydream.