Impulse Pictures | Available from Amazon | Review by Jonathan Plombon
ZOOM UP: THE BEAVER BOOK GIRL isn't structurally complex. The characters don't develop exponentially. The revelations aren't mind-blowing. Yet, almost every scene remains surprising. It's as if you don't expect to see any of it and when you do, you still don't believe what you just saw.
There's not a lot of plot to ZOOM UP: THE BEAVER BOOK GIRL. Much of the film's 64 minutes are of sex or naked women being photographed. What story there is concerns a scummy nudie-mag photographer, his bratty model, his gay boss, and his spineless assistant. During dinner, a mysterious figure throws a wad of money into his apartment. The identity of the figure is soon identified when she shows up at his photo shoots. Even as his usual models reject his orders, the female figure comes willing to pose under any circumstances including sadomasochism, urination, and faux pedophilia.
The sex scenes are disturbingly awe-inspiring. Without a soundtrack to pry the viewer out of the clutches of THE BEAVER BOOK GIRL's far-too-realistic rape and female humiliation, the movie crawls to a limping beat of staggered moans and coughed grunts. Their sounds screech hopelessness and despair. It's far more disturbing than erotic.
It's like being an audience to flies having sex in church.
Admittedly, I'm unaccustomed with NIkkatsu, the film company that produced this and the other ZOOM UP pictures. This was my first dip into the warm waters of Roman Porno, but ZOOM UP: THE BEAVER BOOK GIRL is one hell of a baptism. It'll leave a mark on your retina and your libido.