|Released||Jun 01st, 1997|
|Cast||Michelle (I), Tania Lariviere, Herve Pierre Gustave, Anita Rinaldi, Francesco Malcom, Maria De Sanchez, Lea Martini, Eros Belotti, Olivier Sanchez, Jennifer Dior|
|Critical Rating||Not Yet Rated|
Shot entirely on location in Florence, Italy and Paris, France, this stylish, English-dubbed period piece, set in the '40s, has some of the most spectacular settings of grand old Europe. The non-worthy boxcover boasts two striking items: a beautiful, hand-tinted photo of Anita Rinaldi, and a clear window with a complimentary connoisseur cigar. Open the box, and along with the film inside, you'll find another thoughtful touch: a box of Betty Bleu matches.
The story centers on Betty (Rinaldi), an idealistic young writer who offers to go on a family business trip for her lookalike friend to uncover the circumstances surrounding her wealthy father's death. Her selfish stepmother wants the familial estate and his money for herself. In fact, all the relatives are greedy, coveting the family fortune for themselves. They're also horny as hell, including a nefarious nephew who just can't keep his hands off the Spanish maid and his eye out of the keyhole,
After arriving at the palatial estate, Rinaldi settles into a leisurely bath. Her chauffeur enters her room with her suitcase. Rinaldi beckons him to scrub her back. Their resultant coupling is tender and passionate, with Rinaldi first spit-polishing his ample staff, then taking him both in her pussy and ass against the tub.
She eventually discovers that her friend's bedridden father died under mysterious circumstances, the details of which are revealed in flashback. This is a pre-nom worth tease segment, as a languorous blonde ties his hands up onto the bedposts, slowly strips off her garments, then grinds herself against the old man's crotch. This scene is intercut with the nephew's staircase shtupp of the maid, plunging his spearhead first into her slit, then her turd tunnel. The culmination of the act is breathless, with a slow-motion view between the wooden banister of her taking a copious cumshot over her face. Though the rather abrupt ending left us panting for more, this is a beautiful film, reminding us again how often European product seems superior to ours. Betty Bleu is to be savored, like a glass of fine vintage wine.