Article theme: Are You Ready for the Sex Girls? - Gleaming Spires
Have you ever felt there just aren't enough movies with chase scenes between chariots pulled by models in fetishistic sports gear? Of course you have.
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This is what the Kurukshetra war actually looked like. |
Well despair not (OK, less), for once again I have done the immense labour of finding you a movie better than the latest Net Flix slop to watch tonight before you cry yourself to nightmares of tomorrow. The Perils of Etc. Etc. which we'll just call Gwendoline (1984) is a poz-free erotic camp fix for that old-school adventure flick jones you've been harbouring since first seeing The Mummy (1999) five hundred years ago.
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And that hair metal groupy fix you've had since you first learned Dokken and Ratt were more fun than Pavement and Nirvana. |
Whitesnake music video car-dancer Tawny Kitaen stars as the titular heroine, whose first peril takes place in Hong Kong, where she's found in a crate and captured by a mess of gangsters for some plot reason or other that I don't care about. Fortunately, she's saved by Chad, who makes the following explosive entrance on the scene:
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Just to establish his credentials, Chad immediately BTFOs discount Bruce Lee here. r/asianmasculinity on suicide watch, so no change there. |
In a generous gift to the one woman who will ever see this, just as Gwendoline appeals to the male fantasy, Chad (Brent Huff) appeals to the female fantasy: he's insanely violent. When the above altercation lands him in gaol along with Gwendoline and her hyper-competent maid Beth (Zabou), he escapes in part by doing this to a guard:
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A thousand incels saw this and became the Joker. |
Gwendoline and Beth enlist Chad to help them find a rare butterfly known as lepidoptera mcguffina. Despite the prospect of ready cash for a boat trip in the company of two perfectly amiable hotties, Chad is initially reticent, yeeting them off his boat twice.
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"I'll have no beautiful women on MY boat, bitch ass slut!" - Chad, for some reason. |
But you win no prize for guessing their unwarranted antagonism melts away to sexual and thence romantic feeling, as the trio brave a tribe of blow-dart-armed Yik Yakers, poisonous desert winds, and a lost civilisation of diamond-mining Amazons, who spend their days practicing surreal MTV BDSM and fighting to the death in gladiatorial combat, just as women always do when men are not around to see it.
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"We do?" "What happens in pledge week stays in pledge week, Tawn Tawn." |
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Finally, a sport I'd watch. |
The production value, visual direction, dreamy synth score, breezy pace and deftly balanced humour, action, romance and character detail make this easily as fun and well-made an adventurekino as any more mainstream iteration of the genre, but because it's hilariously-dubbed French softcore, almost no one will have heard of it, less seen it, and of those few no one will own up to it and give it the props it deserves. The end credits suggest it was adapted from some DevianTART tier fetish comic, so its prospects of breaching the mainstream are zero, despite the fact the drooling masses consoomed the far more explicit content in Game of Thrones because they were told to. But if you want a spiritual sequel to such adventure fare as Chandu the Magician and The Phantom, and you've freed yourself of your performative hangups by growing up, give Gwendoline a spin like you're a car in a Whitesnake video.