Director Mac Ahlberg wraps up the I, a Woman trilogy with this hot-and-cold sequel. Things start off with a nice little trippy title sequence of a naked chick hanging upside down surrounded by multicolored rain, smoke, and fog. This is followed by an excellent lesbian snake dace freakout scene. Then the plot begins, and sadly, these stylish flourishes pretty much disappear.
A doctor brings his nurse girlfriend Siv (Gun Falk) home a bunch of sex toys in an attempt to prove to her that Denmark is leading the sexual revolution. When her naive daughter, Birthe (Inger Sundh) comes home early and catches them in the act, she is at first appalled, then later fascinated by her mother’s carefree, pro-sex nature. Birthe then runs off and shacks up with a black lesbian go-go dancer named Lisa (Ellen Faison), but eventually finds love with the dancer’s brother (Tom Scott), who just so happens to work with Siv.
The Daughter (I, a Woman, Part III) is a study in changing generational sexual mores. Where one generation’s taboo ends, another’s begins. That’s a lofty idea for a skin flick, but sadly, the execution is lacking, especially considering the fact that the drama completely dries up in the third act. It’s a shame too because the set-up is good enough to draw you in. When the happy ending does arrive, it almost feels like a cop-out.
You also have to put up with a lot of padding in the form of a long barroom brawl involving a gang of bikers beating up a bunch of hippies. Speaking of hippies, there’s also a long sequence of hippies smoking dope which eats up a lot of screen time. Fortunately, the sex scenes are solid, and the skin quotient is plentiful, which helps make up for some of the lapses in the third act.
AKA: The Daughter. AKA: The Daughter: I, a Woman, Part III. AKA: Black Brother, Black Sister. AKA: Black Voltage. AKA: Like Mother, Like Daughter: I, a Woman Part III.
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