Disco-era smut that tries
for shock value but merely achieves trashiness, The Stud was adapted from one of Jackie Collins’ myriad bestselling
novels about the sex lives of rich people, and it stars the author’s sister,
Joan Collins, as a bitchy nymphomaniac who chews up and spits out the handsome
young man she takes on as her employee and her lover. If Joan Collins’
character represents life in the fast lane, then leading man Oliver Tobias’
character represents discarded junk on the side of the road. Despite giving
some lip service to character development and moral consequences, The Stud is nothing more than a glossy
survey of attractive people conniving and copulating. It’s also about as
enjoyable as an STD. The characters in the movie are uniformly horrible to each
other, the “glamorous” settings seem devoid of genuine pleasure, and director
Quentin Masters’ weird penchant for fisheye lenses—combined with the disjointed
musical underscore—give The Stud the
flavor of a horror movie. If the goal was to make something erotic, then the
team behind The Stud failed
miserably.
Joan Collins, icy and vampish, plays Fontaine Khaled, trophy wife of
a Middle Eastern businessman. For amusement, she spends her husband’s money on
a discotheque that she uses as her personal playground, and she hires Tony
Blake (Tobias) to manage the club, with the understanding that he should be
sexually available to her at all times. Whenever she’s with her jet-set
friends, Fontaine flaunts her boy toy, even complaining at one point that while
he possesses stamina, he lacks carnal sophistication: “Do you know when I first
met him, Tony thought the 69 was a bottle of Scotch?” Despite enjoying the
perks of his kept-man lifestyle, Tony bristles at Fontaine’s humiliating
treatment, and he dallies with other women. Things really spiral when—wait for
it!—Tony meets Fontaine’s pretty stepdaughter, Alex (Emma Jacobs), who is as
virginal as Fontaine is slatternly. Sensing that Tony is drifting from her,
Fontaine offers Tony’s services to her friends, female and male alike, during a
lengthy but uninteresting orgy scene that involves drugs, a massive indoor
swimming pool, and Collins flying through the air on an ivy-coated swing while
wearing lingerie. (During the orgy, one of Fontaine’s gay male friends
dismisses women in general with the memorable line, “As much as I appreciate
the extra orifice, they bore me.”)
About the only palatable sequences in the
picture are long, plotless montages of disco dancing set to such slinky hits as
“Every 1’s a Winner” and “Love Is Like Oxygen.” Nonetheless, someone must have bought
tickets to see The Stud, because the
Collins sisters collaborated on a quickie sequel, The Bitch, which was released in England in 1979 and slithered into
the American market some time afterward. Both The Stud and The Bitch
found new life on cable and home video after Joan Collins made a smash on American
television playing Alexis Carrington Colby on the nighttime soap Dynasty (1981-1989).
The Stud:
LAME
I've got a bit of a soft spot for this movie. Yes, it is terrible in just about every way, but it sort of represents "The 70s" or more accurately what the 70s thought the 70s was about. Hedonistic night clubs, sex, drugs, etc no matter how far away from reality that was for most people. It's a kind of fake documentary about a past age.
ReplyDeletePeter says "About the only palatable sequences in the picture are long, plotless montages of disco dancing". This is undoubtedly true as they serve no purpose whatsoever, however, it is worth watching the movie just for them alone.