Her Name Was Lisa, Uncut Movie (1979)

Description: Shown in flashbacks by those who now show remorse at her at her funeral, a photographer invites a prostitute to pose for him. They sleep once and he treats her fair, but both his publisher and a stranger woman called Carmen lead to her degradation and untimely demise.
Scene Breakdowns
Scene 1. Barbara Daniels, Unknown Girl
Scene 2. Samantha Fox, Rick Iverson
Scene 3. Samantha Fox, David Pierce
Scene 4. Samantha Fox, David Pierce
Scene 5. Samantha Fox, Bobby Astyr, David Pierce, Randy West
Scene 6. Samantha Fox, Vanessa del Rio
Scene 7. Samantha Fox
Scene 8. Samantha Fox, Vanessa del Rio, David Pierce
Scene 9. Samantha Fox, Vanessa del Rio
Scene 10. Robin Byrd, Samantha Fox, Ron Hudd
Review:
The first explicit sex film, made by the late Roger Watkins of LAST HOUSE ON DEAD END STREET, notoriety as his adult alter ego "Richard Mahler", may appear the most conventional of an admittedly idiosyncratic lot, followed as it was by such cryptic puzzlers as MIDNIGHT HEAT, CORRUPTION and American BABYLON. With its accessible narrative and unexpectedly powerful anti-drug message, HER NAME WAS LISA proves thoroughly compelling though. One of the finest fornication flicks of the late '70s, huge praise considering the genre had just hit an all time high. There's a tiny bit of trivia about this movie that always amuses me, related in a fruitful e-mail relationship yours truly carried on with the director until his untimely passing. The film's funder (as Robert Michaels receives sole credit, I'll have to assume it's him) made but two demands of Watkins : that the main character would be called Lisa as it was the name of his daughter and that there would be a scene of her lying in a casket ! Go figure ! Joking aside, this turns out to be an unusually involving adult drama, not a single aspect thereof inviting derision.

In one of the standout performances over a genuinely distinguished dirty movie career, with her work on dearly departed Chuck Vincent's JACK 'N' JILL and ROOMMATES vying for top spot, Samantha Fox shines as titular Lisa, a jaded hooker who catches the eye of photographer client Paul. Latter character proves surprisingly well-played by handsome but frequently vacuous Rick Iverson (billed as "Jake Stuart") who did a decent job on Charles Larkin's enjoyable LOVE-IN ARRANGEMENT but failed to impress in anything else. He molds her into a much sought after fashion model in record time, featuring her in stylishly violent lay-outs clearly patterned after those in Irvin Kershner's then trendy EYES OF LAURA MARS, based on an early John Carpenter script. Watch for striking bald black actress Yolanda Savalas, who played the grotesque intergalactic queen in white body make up in Jerome Hamlin's lovably ludicrous INVASION OF THE LOVE DRONES, as a fellow model. Lisa's meteoric rise to fame captures the interest of perverted publisher Stephen Sweet (an indelibly creepy turn by David Pierce, just study his drawling dialog delivery, who did more movies than I realized, appearing in Bill Milling's excellent SATIN SUITE and BLONDE IN BLACK SILK) who wants to set her up in a luxury apartment for his own benefit. Accustomed to the play for pay business, Lisa exhibits few qualms about entering into this relationship. Even when Sweet demands domination, she unflinchingly caters to his every whim. Only when tables are turned and he has her viciously raped by Randy West and Bobby Astyr (the actress's real-life longtime boyfriend), Lisa starts to unravel psychologically.

Seeking solace in the steam room, she meets deceptively sympathetic Carmen (a devastating performance by superstar Vanessa Del Rio, equal parts scary and seductive) who proves merely another stepping stone on her downward spiral, introducing the compulsively pill-popping Lisa to the dreaded needle, reducing her to sex slave status after she has stepped in to exact revenge on Sweet – sweet revenge, indeed – in a way that should make wronged women smile and macho men wince. As Lisa's brain grows progressively drug-addled, Watkins throws in several highly effective stylistic touches, exemplified by her haunting final encounter with depraved husband and wife Ron Hudd and future Manhattan cable show hostess Robin Byrd.

As in Sam Weston's superficially similar if far more schmaltzy CRY FOR CINDY, the narrative has been carefully constructed around the main character's funeral with each of the participants in her downfall coming to mourn and flash back on their shameful contribution. Unlike the relentlessly optimistic Weston however, Watkins pulls no punches. Sex scenes prove uncommonly powerful, studded with in your face genital close ups (a by-product of his inexperience with the form, the director would later claim, but perfectly appropriate for such an unromantic world view), running the gamut from (semi-) affectionate to downright nasty, occasionally difficult to watch yet always justified rather than irresponsibly included. By the time Carmen administers Lisa's final dose, the look of unreserved gratitude in Samantha's eyes is bound to break your heart, and Watkins needs not a shred of sentimentality to achieve the effect. The actress's well-reported substance abuse problems – now fortunately a thing of the distant past, as a recent AVN report on her Hall of Fame inclusion has suggested – assures there's a veracity in her work that really drives the message home. Special mention must be made of the soundtrack that includes surprise appearances by Led Zeppelin's Dazed and Confused and Santa Esmeraldo's Gimme Your Lovin' along with a startling original tune penned and warbled by Watkins himself, all too fittingly titled Don't Let Go (of Your Soul). He might still have had to hit his full stride artistically in the fornication film field, but this remains the one movie where the cynic defiantly bared his battered soul for the whole world to see.