Jekyll and Hyde a bit better (…or Misty Mundae on Monday)

Though I wasn’t terribly impressed with David Friedman‘s attempt to make a dirty movie out of the Jekyll and Hyde story, there is a more recent example from Seduction Cinema that does a somewhat better job.

Dr. Jekyll & Mistress Hyde (2003) is the story of one Dr. Jackie Stevenson (cute naming, guys), played by Julian Wells, who holds the not-too-original theory that we’re all divided internally between the “pure” and the “lustful” selves.  She’s hard at work on a drug that will let the lustful self out.  She tests the drug on her patient Martine Flagstone (Erin Brown, playing under the name Misty Mundae).  In typical mad-science fashion, anything remotely resembling safety protocols are ignored.  The dosage is too large, and poor Martine does a world-class sexual flip-out, ravishes Dr. Stevenson right on her desk, and then ends up in an asylum, thus playing to one of Dr. Faustus’s own fears.

Oh well, back to the laboratory for Dr. Stevenson.   At least she has a better lab than Dr. Chris Leeder.  (And yes, I realize that it is a little eccentric of me to be impatiently forwarding though “normal” sex scenes hoping to see something kinky going on amidst lab apparatus.  I guess one reason I write this blog is my hope of proving that I’m not the only person who does this.)  She also has an appealing meganekko thing going on.

Dr. Stevenson resolves to be her own guinea pig this time.  The result is a slightly-less histrionic freak-out than we’ve seen so far.

Which ends gratifyingly for her, as she is transformed into sexy lesbian aggressor Heidi Hyde, and gratifyingly for the hetero male-gaze viewer because she manages to lose her clothes in the process.

Much girl-on-girl action follows, but there is trouble lurking for Stevenson/Hyde in the end, of course…

Adult Jekyll & Hide?

No, that’s not a spelling error.  Or at least, that’s not my spelling error.  And I’ve got the screenshot to prove it:

A real movie, it turns out (made in 1972).   Now the Jekyll and Hyde (ahem) story would seem almost tailor-made for erotic mad science exploitation:  there’s dangerous self-testing of a chemical formula, transformation, liberation of repressed selves, and so forth, all boiling up from the original Robert Louis Stevenson story.

Now if you, dear reader, were making an adult version of the Jekyll and Hyde story, you might try any number of things.  Perhaps Jekyll could be a timid individual transformed into bold, sexy one.  Or perhaps you could play games with sexual orientation — straight to gay, say, or vanilla to polymorphously perverted.  Or you could do it as a gender-bender.  This movie opts for the last one.  But it’s a fail because in spite of being a basically a soft-core porn film, a sort of shocking sex-negativity runs through the whole movie.

To put things another way, the Jekyll and Hyde story doesn’t have to be a good vs. evil story to work.  But it doesn’t really work as an evil vs. evil story.  It’s possible to make Dr. Jekyll a schlub, but for the story to have much of a point he would have to be a basically decent, perhaps even somewhat likable schlub.

The central character just fails, pretty much, because as both Jekyll and Hyde he’s despicable.  As a Jekyll figure — a “Dr. Chris Leeder,” the movie opens with his cheating on his fiancée.  When he’s dragged rather reluctantly on an antique-shopping detour by the same fiancée later that same day, he discovers the notebook of the “historical” Dr. Jekyll, describing his experiments.   Leeder becomes obsessed with the book.  When the shopkeeper later refuses to sell it, Leeder stone cold strangles the poor man.  So much for the good, sociable Dr. Jekyll figure in this movie.

Leeder reads the book, fascinated with the adventures of Hide.  The story is told in flashbacks, and at this point I had the curious feeling of watching something that resembled less a early 70s softcore movie and something more like an 80s slasher flick with an unusual amount of nudity.  In the repellent values system of this fictional world, sexuality courts violent death:  Hide rapes and murders two women:  one a prostitute who offers him her services, another a a masturbating woman he spies through a window.

Back in the 1970s, Leeder recreates Jekyll’s formula and uses it on himself.

It induces agonizing transformation…

..into a beautiful woman.

Yep.  A woman.  I should note that while the Jekyll-derived transformation potion does not provide a female wardrobe, it does at least do hair, makeup and nails.

(If you’re hoping for a transformation effect here — which I was, irrationally — you’ll be disappointed.  Actor Jack Buddliner as Dr. Leeder drinks potion, falls on bed, does lots of excruciating histrionics, cut, camera pans to his shoes, cut, new scene with actress Jane Louise as Miss Hide in Leeder’s clothes, which she at least has the decency to remove completely.  What a wasted opportunity.)

Of course, Miss Hide is not just a lesbian, for watching her I had the feeling that I was now watching one of those 1960s sexploitation flicks that have their own ugly value system:  lesbian = psycho.  A girl fight and the gratuitous castration of a sailor picked up in a bar happen along the way.

What a disappointment for thaumatophiles.  If you really must, it’s available from Something Weird Video.  But personally, I’m hoping someone will do better in the future.  Which shouldn’t be very hard, in all honesty.

Augmentation out of control

One of the twin crises that have Aloysius running back and forth late in Progress in Research is an attempt at breast augmentation that runs way out of control.

Well, maybe I’m just being immature to notice such things, but even this odd little theme has a history.  One example (which I only vaguely remembered from video-store box art until I finally got hold of and watched a copy, just for your benefit, dear readers) is the 1982 comedy Jekyll and Hyde…Together Again.  I’ll never have those 87 minutes of my life back, but I can report that there is a scene in which a plastic surgeon named Dr. Knute Lanyon gets distracted in the course of a procedure that “injects collagen behind the soft tissue of the breast” or one Mrs. Simpson.  This inflation goes on and on.  Mrs. Simpson actually seems rather pleased with the unplanned result.

As she admonishes Dr. Lanyon “don’t you dare touch a thing…Bernie’s going to love these.”

A better example of this sort of thing can be found in Vittorio Giardino‘s Little Ego (1985).  This is an erotic tribute (Wikipedia suggests “parody,” but I think tribute might be better) to Windsor McCay‘s extraordinary Little Nemo in Slumberland (1905 to 1914).  Nightly, Little Ego has dreams in which all sorts of absurd and wrong and yet highly erotic things happen.  (There is an extended “abduction into a harem” sequence which doubtless influenced the “Odalisque” segment of Study Abroad.)    It is an exquisite piece of work that belongs in the library of any serious collector of comic-book erotica.

In one of Ego’s dreams, she stands before a mirror, wishing she had bigger breasts.  By the merest chance she finds before her a jar of cream the label of which proclaims “increases and firms breasts in minutes.”  “Why not?” asks Ego, trying it out.  And before you know it…

The dream ends with Ego in a rather unusual modeling career.  For a Vittorio Giradino site look here.