A pre-Sixth Republic South Korean example of that most hypocritical of genres, the moralizing softcore film: in this case, an Emmanuelle-esque exploration of one woman's sexual awakening that, after getting its kicks in various titillating sequences (the most memorable involving a creative use of the heroine's flute), proceeds to blame her "corruption" on Michael Jackson and—in dumbfounded closing-monologue-in-Psycho literalness—all of western culture in general. I suppose I'd rather have the film shame American influence than the female sex, and Lee Bo-hee certainly commits herself to the role, bringing enough genuine curiosity and erotic awareness to occasionally obfuscate the conservative ethos of the whole thing. Her performance, aided by Lee Jang-ho's oftentimes crisp direction, make the repugnant material more watchable than it has any right to be; even if it's not a great film (and is frequently a very bad one), there's a lot here to psychoanalyze for anyone interested in the sexual and international politics of mid-80s Korean society.