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Our second movie for AndressFest '09 was the 1965 French/Italian co-production 'La Decima Vittima', or 'The 10th Victim'.
Some time in the indeterminate but very groovy future, the Masoch Club organises live human hunts in which a Hunter and a Victim chase each other until one of them manages to kill the other. Apparently this cathartic release of aggression keeps all of the world's psychopaths entertained, allowing the rest of us to get on with our normal lives and individual interests. Given the set design, it seems that most future people's interests will run to plastic furniture, free-form jazz and watching Ursula Andress dancing about in a bikini with guns hidden in the brassiere cups. And who can blame them?
Caroline Meredith (Ursula Andress) is an old hand at this human hunting game, and is looking forward to winning her 10th hunt, which will give her fame and one million dollars. Her partner for this 10th chase turns out to be Marcello Polletti (Marcello Mastroianni), but as she tries to lure him into her trap, and he tries to come up with a clever way of killing her, they discover that they're falling for each other. Will love win out over fame, professional reputation and one million dollars?
To tell the truth I'm not sure. The ending was sort of weird. Of course that may have had someting to do with the number of martinis I'd consumed by that point.
'The 10th Victim' was based on a novel by Robert Sheckley, a very well-respected American sci-fi writer. However judging by what ended up on screen, it wasn't so much a dramatisation of his book as an excuse to go crazy with the zany 60s fashions. Mary Quant, eat your non-Italian heart out - costume designer Giulio Coltellacci knows what the movie going public wants to see. Like all good fashion, each one of the costumes communicated a couple of lessons about the modern world:
1. Black is wonderfully slimming.
2. Some sunglasses should be left on Bono's nightstand, where they belong.
1. In the future, Ursula Andress will have her own army of sexy go-go girls.
2. The future will not be as bad as everyone makes it out to be.
1. Dr Evil did not invent the breast-mounted machine gun.
2. If you have to die, being shot by Ursula Andress' breasts through a silver foil bikini is probably one of the greatest ways to go.
1. Giulio Coltellacci was the greatest fashion designer the world has ever known.
2. End of story.
Some time in the indeterminate but very groovy future, the Masoch Club organises live human hunts in which a Hunter and a Victim chase each other until one of them manages to kill the other. Apparently this cathartic release of aggression keeps all of the world's psychopaths entertained, allowing the rest of us to get on with our normal lives and individual interests. Given the set design, it seems that most future people's interests will run to plastic furniture, free-form jazz and watching Ursula Andress dancing about in a bikini with guns hidden in the brassiere cups. And who can blame them?
Caroline Meredith (Ursula Andress) is an old hand at this human hunting game, and is looking forward to winning her 10th hunt, which will give her fame and one million dollars. Her partner for this 10th chase turns out to be Marcello Polletti (Marcello Mastroianni), but as she tries to lure him into her trap, and he tries to come up with a clever way of killing her, they discover that they're falling for each other. Will love win out over fame, professional reputation and one million dollars?
To tell the truth I'm not sure. The ending was sort of weird. Of course that may have had someting to do with the number of martinis I'd consumed by that point.
'The 10th Victim' was based on a novel by Robert Sheckley, a very well-respected American sci-fi writer. However judging by what ended up on screen, it wasn't so much a dramatisation of his book as an excuse to go crazy with the zany 60s fashions. Mary Quant, eat your non-Italian heart out - costume designer Giulio Coltellacci knows what the movie going public wants to see. Like all good fashion, each one of the costumes communicated a couple of lessons about the modern world:
1. Black is wonderfully slimming.
2. Some sunglasses should be left on Bono's nightstand, where they belong.
1. In the future, Ursula Andress will have her own army of sexy go-go girls.
2. The future will not be as bad as everyone makes it out to be.
1. Dr Evil did not invent the breast-mounted machine gun.
2. If you have to die, being shot by Ursula Andress' breasts through a silver foil bikini is probably one of the greatest ways to go.
1. Giulio Coltellacci was the greatest fashion designer the world has ever known.
2. End of story.
posted by Blandwagon at 2:29 PM
4 Comments:
Sorry I couldn't stay to watch more. I was rather buggered and a nasty headache was starting to pound in my temples.
I really found this second movie quite intriguing. In fact, I'm going to see if I can find a copy of the book.
Lots of laughs on the night and reading your review. Thanks. Jaymez
The Masoch Club didn't organize the hunts. The whole thing was supervised by the Ministry of the Great Hunt, which is presumably an international agency. Didn't you see that big building with the big sign on it?
Must have been those martinis.
If that's the biggest mistake on this blog, I'll eat my own head.
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