Don’t let the ghastly title—or the equally
terrible American-release poster—give you the wrong impression about this
Italian sex comedy, which features American star Ernest Borgnine in a
supporting role. The original title translates to Christmas Time in a Brothel, an improvement, and the alternate US
moniker, best of all, is Love By
Appointment. To muddy the waters even more, it’s a stretch to call this
movie, by any name, a comedy. It’s more of a sad character study executed with
a light touch—and, naturally, a fair amount of sex. After all, French beauty
Corinne Cléry, who costars, rarely managed to stay dressed in her ’70s movies,
and Holiday Hookers is no exception.
Summarizing, Holiday Hookers isn’t
the sleazy enterprise one might expect, and yet it’s also not entirely
respectable. Confused? Welcome to the club.
The picture revolves around Nira
(Françoise Fabian), an aging madam who runs a high-class brothel out of her
luxury apartment. After years of serving a selective and wealthy clientele,
Nira plans to leave the business because her lover is about to be released from
prison, and she hopes to begin a quiet new life with him. But bills must be
paid in the meantime, so Nira manages a few girls and sets her eyes on a
neighbor, beautiful young mother Senine (Cléry), as a possible new recruit. Then
things get complicated. Longtime client Max (Borgnine) has a coronary while he’s
with one of Nira’s girls and develops a fixation on the uninterested prostitute
after he recovers. Another client gets hooked on Roxy (Norma Jordan), who works
for kicks instead of pay—on the condition she never sees the same client twice.
And then there’s the Senine problem. After wooing her neighbor into the sex
trade, Nira grows frustrated when Senine becomes addicted to big money and
sexual power.
Directed by Armando Nannuzzi, an award-winning cinematographer
who only helmed two films, Holiday
Hookers reflects conflicting impulses. The lurid subject matter and
plentiful nude scenes nearly quality Holiday
Hookers as an exploitation flick, but few exploitation flicks are this
careful and sensitive about characterization. We get to know the people in this
movie fairly well, and we even grow to care about some of them. For example,
Borgnine poignantly sketches a lonely businessman, and Fabian effectively
illustrates the way Nira’s life is built on self-delusion. Plus there’s the
downbeat ending, which lands thematically instead of merely delivering a shock.
This is far from the deepest story ever told about the oldest profession, but
the picture has just enough soul (and sauciness) to reward a casual viewing.
Holiday
Hookers: FUNKY
3 comments:
Like many of the films you write about here, this seems like a missed opportunity to make something more affecting. It's pictures like this, which have considerable worthwhile elements but fail to connect fully, that make me wonder where things went wrong. Maybe it is, just as you say, a matter of conflicting impulses.
Toplining Ernest Borgnine on a poster for what seems to be a sexplotation film could be the worst marketing idea ever.
At least it doesn't threaten, "Ernest Borgnine as you've never seen him before."
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