"La via della prostituzione" (1978), directed by the infamous Joe D'Amato, is a film that attempts to delve into the grimy world of prostitution, but unfortunately, it falls short of delivering a truly impactful or insightful narrative. Despite its provocative title and premise, the film struggles to rise above the exploitative nature of its genre, resulting in a somewhat lackluster viewing experience.

The film follows the story of Emanuelle, a journalist who goes undercover as a prostitute to expose a high-class sex ring. The plot, while intriguing, is marred by a lack of depth and character development. Emanuelle, played by Laura Gemser, is a compelling lead, but the script fails to provide her with the substance needed to truly bring her character to life.

D'Amato's direction is competent, but it lacks the finesse needed to elevate the material. The film's pacing is uneven, with scenes often dragging on for too long, only to be followed by abrupt transitions that leave the audience feeling disoriented. The cinematography, while occasionally striking, is largely unremarkable, failing to capture the gritty realism that the film's subject matter demands.

One of the film's few redeeming qualities is its score, composed by Nico Fidenco. The music, a blend of sultry jazz and haunting melodies, effectively captures the film's seedy atmosphere and provides a much-needed layer of depth to the proceedings.

However, the film's treatment of its subject matter leaves much to be desired. Rather than providing a nuanced exploration of prostitution and its societal implications, "La via della prostituzione" often resorts to gratuitous nudity and sexual content, which feels exploitative and undermines the film's potential for meaningful commentary.

In conclusion, "La via della prostituzione" is a film that, while not without its moments, ultimately fails to live up to its potential. With a weak script, uneven direction, and a tendency to exploit its subject matter, the film is a disappointing entry in the exploitation genre. It's not a complete waste of time, but there are certainly better films out there that tackle similar themes with more depth and sensitivity.??

Starting with Bitto Albertini's Black Emanuelle in 1975, Laura Gemser would play the character - or variations of her - in a ton of movies like Black Emanuelle 2; Emanuelle in Bangkok; Black Emmanuelle, White Emmanuelle; Emmanuelle on Taboo Island; Emanuelle in America; Sister Emanuelle; Emanuelle Around the World; Emanuelle and the White Slave Trade; Emanuelle and the Erotic Nights; Emmanuelle: Queen of Sados; Divine Emanuelle; Emmanuelle in the Country; Violence in a Women's Prison; Women's Prison Massacre and the compilation Emanuelle's Perverse Outburst. This would be the last she'd make with D'Amato, who based this on Just Jaeckin's The French Woman, a movie that tells the true story of French brothel madam Madame Claude.

That's why this movie is also known as Emanuelle and the Girls of Madame Claude, who is played in this film by Gota Gobert (Private House of the SS).

After a trip to Africa with special friend Susan, our heroine dashes off to meet a prince and a gangster, but then she notices a man pushing a gorgeous yet comatose and wheelchair-riding woman through the airport and somehow ends up getting involved in a white slavery ring. Yet it all feels like Emanuelle is somewhat tired, as over the last three years she's done all that she can do. I mean, you go up against cannibals, snuff films and hit that many countries, you'd be exhausted too.

That said, a bad Laura Gemser/Joe D'Amato movie does not exist. There are just ones that are not as good.

Liberated and uninhibited photojournalist Emanuelle (the ever-delicious Laura Gemser in peak yummy form) once again finds herself in considerable peril and enjoys her usual array of torrid carnal encounters while posing undercover in a prostitution ring that traffics in white slavery. Director Joe D'Amato, who also co-wrote the cheerfully raunchy script with Romano Scandariato, relates the eventful story at a brisk pace, maintains a blithely sleazy tone throughout, and captures the merry spirit of the 70's sexual revolution in the carefree pre-AIDS era of safe sex with total strangers. Naturally, D'Amato not only loads this picture with oodles of scrumptious bare female skin and sizzling soft-core couplings, but also covers the satisfying sensuous bases by including a wide variety bawdy pleasures that include straight copulation, lesbianism, masturbation, an especially hot'n'steamy threesome, and even a couple of (off-screen) gang bangs for good sordid measure. The sturdy cast of familiar solid pro Italian exploitation faces keeps the movie humming: The luscious Ely Galleani as Emanuelle's lusty'n'loyal gal pal Susan Towers, Gabriele Tinti as slimy flesh-peddler Francis Harley, Venantino Venantina as secretive businessman Giorgio Rivetti, and Pierre Marfurt as the dashing Prince Arausani. Special kudos are in order for Nicola D'Eramo as creepy transvestite Stefan, whose unexpected kung-fu fight set piece in a bowling alley provides a definite wacky highlight. The exotic globe-trotting locations add an impressive sense of scope. D'Amato's glossy cinematography makes neat and invigorating use of a constantly moving camera. Nico Fidenco's funky-throbbing score hits the get-down groovy spot (the catchy thumping disco theme song "Run, Cheetah, Run" is a real hoot!). An immensely fun drive-in flick.