This film was left on the shelf for eight years after it was made but even that was too good for it. It took me four attempts before I finally managed to reach the end; I had to watch it in small doses. If you thought your life was humdrum, then watching this in one sitting will make you put a gun to your head. To be honest I only got this for a view of a young Bo Derek - why else would anyone watch a film with Bo Derek in it called Fantasies? She does get topless a couple of times but from there it is downhill all the way.
Apart from the inane and boring dialogue, the most annoying thing was that nearly every sentence uttered by Anastasia (Bo Derek) either began or ended with "Damir" (Peter Hooten); I am a woman, Damir; What shall we do, Damir? Tell me your secret, Damir; etc. Peter Hooten's voice was clearly dubbed but the voice chosen seemed to be that of a much older man. It did not suit him at all. The acting was almost robotic with not a hint of any genuine emotion from any of the cast, except grandfather (or godfather) who, with a leer on his face and glinting eyes, rips off Anastasia's dress to find out if she has become a woman. Now, I would have thought that granddaddy ripping off granddaughter's clothes was highly questionable behaviour but perhaps they do things differently in Greece.
Bo Derek's Anastasia comes across as a dull and simpering doormat of a woman who tries to break away when a fashion photographer enters the scene but is put down by the dominating Damir. An insight into his ways is shown when he forcibly scrubs makeup from Anastasia's face, and then wants her to cook dinner - a wife-batterer in the making perhaps.
In case your are wondering what the fantasies of the film are, Damir wants to renovate his hotel to attract tourist ships, and Anastasia wants a large bathtub - it really is that boring. There are a few glimpses of Athens and Mykonos where the film was made but that's about as good as it gets. It really was hard work watching this and so I have given it a more than generous 1 star.
Apart from the inane and boring dialogue, the most annoying thing was that nearly every sentence uttered by Anastasia (Bo Derek) either began or ended with "Damir" (Peter Hooten); I am a woman, Damir; What shall we do, Damir? Tell me your secret, Damir; etc. Peter Hooten's voice was clearly dubbed but the voice chosen seemed to be that of a much older man. It did not suit him at all. The acting was almost robotic with not a hint of any genuine emotion from any of the cast, except grandfather (or godfather) who, with a leer on his face and glinting eyes, rips off Anastasia's dress to find out if she has become a woman. Now, I would have thought that granddaddy ripping off granddaughter's clothes was highly questionable behaviour but perhaps they do things differently in Greece.
Bo Derek's Anastasia comes across as a dull and simpering doormat of a woman who tries to break away when a fashion photographer enters the scene but is put down by the dominating Damir. An insight into his ways is shown when he forcibly scrubs makeup from Anastasia's face, and then wants her to cook dinner - a wife-batterer in the making perhaps.
In case your are wondering what the fantasies of the film are, Damir wants to renovate his hotel to attract tourist ships, and Anastasia wants a large bathtub - it really is that boring. There are a few glimpses of Athens and Mykonos where the film was made but that's about as good as it gets. It really was hard work watching this and so I have given it a more than generous 1 star.