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Radley Metzger: The Auteur of Elegant Eros

Sun, 04 Jan 2026 13:00:00 +0000

If Russ Meyer was the erotic film as drive-in cartoon, Radley Metzger was the same decade’s answer in a dinner jacket. Where Meyer cut like a newsreel gunner and set his fever dreams in the dust of small-town America, Metzger built glossy widescreen comedies of manners in Italian villas, adapted French and Russian literature, filled his frames with mirrors and modern art, and treated desire as a subject for wit and sophistication. He is the great argument that the erotic film could aspire to the condition of the art house, and for a brief window in the late 1960s and early 1970s he made films that genuinely belonged there. That most people have never heard his name is one of the quieter injustices in film history.

The Sexploitation Canon: The Historically Essential Ten

Fri, 02 May 2025 13:00:00 +0000

Before hardcore pornography went mainstream in the early 1970s, there was a long, strange, commercially vital middle ground: sexploitation. These were films made to show more skin than Hollywood dared, released through a shadow distribution system of drive-ins, grindhouses and “art” cinemas, and often far more ambitious than the label suggests. The best of them smuggled real craft, real satire and real ideas past audiences who had come for the nudity — and a handful of the film-makers were genuine artists working in the only market that would have them.

Camille 2000: Metzger's Op-Art Update of the Classic

Fri, 03 Jan 2025 12:00:00 +0000

There is a scene in Camille 2000 set inside a room whose walls, floor and furniture are made of transparent inflated plastic, where the characters recline on cushions of air and the whole environment wobbles gently as they move, and it tells you everything about what Radley Metzger was attempting in 1969. He had taken one of the most cried-over stories in Western literature — Alexandre Dumas fils’s La Dame aux camélias, the doomed courtesan who dies of consumption, the source of Verdi’s La Traviata and a hundred stage weepies — and reset it among the jet set of contemporary Rome, then poured it into production design so aggressively of-its-moment that the film now plays as a time capsule of high-1960s style. It is the most visually excessive thing Metzger ever made, and the excess is the argument.

The Lickerish Quartet: Metzger's Film-Within-a-Film Puzzle

Wed, 13 Nov 2024 12:00:00 +0000

If you want to prove that Radley Metzger belonged in the conversation with the European art directors he admired, you play someone The Lickerish Quartet and refuse to tell them what it is. Made in 1970, it is a hall-of-mirrors puzzle about the unstable boundary between images and reality, shot with the formal ambition of a Resnais or an Antonioni, and it happens to carry adult content of the kind that got it filed under exploitation for decades. Watched now, restored and taken seriously, it is the most intellectually daring film Metzger ever made, and one of the strangest films of its moment in any category.

Score: Radley Metzger's Witty, Grown-Up Eros

Sun, 22 Sep 2024 12:00:00 +0000

Radley Metzger is the most misfiled director in American cinema. Shelve him under adult film and you lose what made him singular; treat him as a straight art-house auteur and you have to explain away his subject matter. The truth is that Metzger built a small, immaculate body of work in the 1960s and 70s that took frank sexual material and dressed it in the production values, wit and formal control of European art cinema — jet-set locations, elegant widescreen photography, dialogue that crackles like a stage comedy. Score, from 1974, is the clearest demonstration of what he was doing, because it strips the glamour back to a single house and four people and lets you watch the machinery work.

Sexploitation Was the Art House of Its Day: The Case of Radley Metzger

Thu, 12 Oct 2023 13:00:00 +0000

There is a stubborn myth about the 1960s that keeps the art house and the grindhouse in separate buildings, one for Antonioni and one for the raincoat trade. For a decade or so they were frequently the same room. The theatres that imported Bergman and Godard survived on the same audiences that turned up for the racy Scandinavian pictures playing next month, and the men who booked those screens rarely drew a moral line between them. Into that overlap walked Radley Metzger, a New York editor and distributor who understood the overlap better than anyone and made films designed to live inside it.