sexploitation

The first offering was a French sexploitation flick, “Companions of the Night.”

This gets at the sensuality that grips the Israelites as they await Moses’ return, but stops short of a sexploitation aesthetic that might throw off the opera’s equilibrium.

But then Drew Barrymore and McG came along with a take that knowingly winked at its own history of sexploitation while playing into a very 1990s “you go girl” concept.

As for Epstein’s multitude of very wealthy, very high-profile friends on whom he had the sexploitation goods, did they buy off half the federal and New York legal-penal system?

Filmed in shimmering black and white, with dashes of surreal color, it’s as if Guy Maddin and Kenneth Anger adapted one of Joseph Conrad’s nightmares for a sexploitation producer.