Call me biased,kiddies,but Anita is damn near the greatest example of ur en tonårsflickas dagbok I've ever seen.Why is that?Christina,of course.If there's a more beautiful girl that's ever walked the face of the earth,well,that's arguable.And director Wickman puts all of Lindberg's ample assets on display here,in the form of a psychoanalytical drama,the type that was rampant in the late sixties and early seventies,especially in Europe.Now if you say you're actually going into this one for a thesis on nymphomania and its causes and cures,or to sample the early acting skills of international star Stellan Skarsgard,don't be offended when I laugh heartily in your fucking face.There's only ONE reason to watch this,as displayed fantastically retro-style on the dvd case,and its name is Christina.I never get tired of looking at the perfect symmetry of her face,the innocence in her eyes,the seductive charm of her every curve.Unfortunately,sex maniacs usually look less like her,and more like this guy right here,which I suppose makes your collective mothers a glad bunch,indeed.But enough sillies,we've got a Swedish nymphette to "analyze",don't we?
When nymphomania starts looking like this,the only cure is ME.
Anita(Lindberg),is a sixteen(!) year old nymphomaniac who uses random,sometimes dangerous carnal encounters as a form of rebellion against her very life.Her father's devotion is to the military,and her mother may as well be a cardboard cutout.Her younger sister is a suckup who plays her parents for all the affection.Is it any wonder that Anita,wrought with self-loathing and self-destructive tendencies,seeks release from men?Multiple men?Any man?The only problem is the more men she fucks,the less fulfilled she is.From random dirtbag hippies she blows in public bathrooms to fat old men she fucks under a dirty makeshift blanket-tent on a roadside construction site,the growing emptiness she feels drives her to endanger herself in pursuit of more and more random,sometimes violent sexual escapades.When she and her sister perform a duet for her father's military buddies and business associates,she gives an encore;a scintillating striptease,right there in her parents' living room(!!).She masturbates with a vibrator the size of a small lighthouse,but to no avail.All of her peers,family included, look down their noses upon the tiny sex maniac,but offer no counselling,instead,caught up in their own self-importance.
Imagine the fucking D cell batteries a maglite like that eats...
Her luck begins to change when she propositions a young psych student named Erik(Skarsgard),who senses the girl's inner demons and inherent helplessness,choosing to try and help her rather than dump his eggbag and kick her backdel to the stupränna.He lets her move into a commune of artists(filthy hippie squat,more like!)that he's a member of,so that he can study her problems with the help of his colleagues and professors at his disposal.Between relating her depraved tales of fleshlust to her new pal,she hooks up with a glass sculpturist at the commune,and dumps him directly afterwards,smashing one of his works of art,and telling him matter-of-factly that she only wanted to fuck.Insert Nelson Muntz "Hah-hah" here.Finally Erik comes to the conclusion that the only way to exorcise her dick-driven demons is to give her the one thing she's never had.If you said "mind-blowing,earth-shattering,leg-quivering orgasm",then give yourself two points.He makes love to her,without his facial tentacles,so prevalent in the Pirates of the Carribean movies,and she comes violently.Anita then realizes this boy is the one she can truly be with,her days of any-cock'll-do finally over for good.Psychoanalysis-1,Nymphomania-0.The end.
Oh,alright,Christina.Twist my arm.
Lindberg went on to fare such as Sex and Fury,Love in 3D,and the notorious Thriller:A Cruel Picture(They Call Her One Eye),before taking a sabbatical in the eighties,only to return to acting last year in Ingen kom ner,which I can't say I've seen,but I'd sure like to.Skarsgard hasn't slowed down a bit,scoring a role in the upcoming Thor movie,most recently.All the psychoanalytical claptrap bogs the movie down a bit,to the point that I almost caught myself fast forwarding to Christina's next lurid sex story or encounter,but like I said earlier,you'll bury the film's shortcomings deep in the back of your mind once she fills the frame.Amazingly,she turns sixty(!!!) this year,and before you even ask,yes.Yes I would.Three wops.
Wait a second,it took fucking Bootstrap Bill to finally get you off???
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