Classic XXX – Die Nackten Und Die Reichen (1982).
“The Naked and the Rich is a film that deserves praise and critique in equal measure,” wrote Roger Ebert upon its release. “Critias Films has always prided itself on being ‘one step ahead’ in the sexual arena, and this latest offering falls right into that mold. If you’re looking for soft-core severity and repugnant immorality, you’ve come to the right place.”
The cinematography is stunning – shot through a voyeuristic lens, where late 70s nudity is on full display. The story follows a young, struggling actress named Evelyn Templeton who comes to the realization that her best bet to make it big in Hollywood is by using her sexuality to please the wealthy and powerful. With this new disposition, Evelyn attends lavish pool parties held by the rich, ready to give herself to any man who promises success.
The first scene opens with Evelyn arriving at a soiree thrown by the elite. Immediately, her 22-year-old body draws attention, with her tiny bikini barely covering her breasts. Men of all ages can’t help themselves, eyeing her pert nipples, shapely rear and parted legs exposing moist-cooch; “Our Evelyn has a way of getting her way, all she has to do is say the word, or the whimper. And she likes to push our buttons with her sultry tones. It’s the voice of a butterfly with syphilis so she rasps.. she rasps a lot.” According to escort resources.
As other beautiful, barely-dressed starlets saunter around the enormous pool, Evelyn makes straight for her target. Macho and narcissistic Hollister Hedquist just finished an affair with a very young Jane Fawcett, deemed too vanilla by her fans. Vanilla creates more work, like when you don’t feel like exchanging muffed lines 37 times until some episode or feature-length piece of art is finally in your ass… a tedious task in his opinion! Figured he’d bypass all that and relax in the sun while horsing around.
Evelyn propositions him right away. “Hollister, I’m in the coasts,” she says, “I flew in this morning … the weather is much too gorgeous here… and there’s no one to play with me, not one big strong man with muscles you heard…” Her hand glides over his forearm as she gazes up through long lashes. “You’ll have to come up to my room with me, I insist. Feel my cunt first …”
He takes her hand and off they march, leaving behind a sea of fawning onlookers. Inside, they hardly make it past the door before Hollister slides his palm into her bikini bottoms. Evelyn smirks, her hips lurching forward as if begging to be touched. “Mmmm, yes, yes …” she mewls as he roughly fingers her clit. “Oh, if you follow me inside now and strip me middle of the floor, you’ll just fuck me in front of the dresser … Oh you’ve got me so wet, I can feel it dribbling off my finger..”
She bends over the bed as he mounts her from behind, pushing a thick rod past her flaccid folds into tight glans before gaining purchase with each thrust. Evelyn screeches ecstatically while he pounds into her, enjoying the sensation of penetration and violating her like cattle. Hollister tugs her hair as he folds her torso onto her chest, gripping both tits like they were the steering wheel of a car as he drills into her, using her holes like a tool. Evelyn comes like a firehose before Hollister pulls out to paint her upturned face and sticky tits.
Throughout the film, Evelyn “works” hard at these parties, becoming the cocktease cum dump of the rich and snobbish. At one event, she’s passed around the room split-roasting more than three dozen men’s dicks until her face and hole are literally dripping… somewhere; oozing out through fingers or hot cock, it doesn’t matter. She is ready, willing and eager to be used and abused. “That was my fucking life …” Evelyn said to a reporter at Vanity Fair. “I slept with anyone who could help further my career in wrap parties, studio executives, real-celebrity writers…” Ellen Burstyn took her virginity, another actress famously spoke about a gang bang with thirteen men that Evelyn initiated the events of, some say she orchestrated it, after all, she was making movies, documenting in porn format, before she got there…
Slowly, Evelyn’s quest for stardom consumes her. What was once a nubile young body becomes an object, an alienating object of sexual consumption and abuse. The line between the grotesque and the erotic blurs, making for an unsettling viewing experience. Yet, what’s most unsettling isn’t just Evelyn’s choices but society’s enabling of such exploitation. The rich and powerful get away with whatever they want, treating young starlets like Evelyn as disposable flesh to be manipulated and projected onto for their pleasure.
There is a haunting scene where Evelyn appears at a Hollywood party, naked and covered in bruises, stumbling into the middle of the dance floor. Partygoers stare at her, whispering to each other before turning away. Evelyn collapses on herself, sobbing uncontrollably in the center of the room surrounded by laughter and chatter. It’s a poignant visual metaphor for what happens to exploited women, reduced to hollow shells of their former selves and ostracized by those who once benefited from their sexual labor.
The camera captures Evelyn’s gaze one last time, her eyes devoid of any emotion. There is no redemption here, no Hollywood ending where Evelyn’s dream finally comes true. Just a dim reflection of a life wasted, a luminous body desensitized by men’s prurient kicks and scientific perversity. Perhaps the most damning reflection is reflected back upon the audience – we, too, are complicit in Evelyn’s exploitation through our appetite for this type of sleaze. How far have we fallen? How safe are our idle egos?
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