Taboo II is a more polished, but less interesting, film. The taboo is no longer a shocking revelation but an established genre trope. The film introduces a new dynamic: the "cool" aunt figure who initiates the nephew. Dorothy LeMay is fine, but she lacks Parker’s gravitas. The best scenes remain those with Parker, particularly a moment where she lectures her sister about the dangers of desire—a scene dripping with ironic hypocrisy. The production values are higher (better sets, less grain), but the psychological rawness is diluted. It’s still a decent adult drama, but you can feel the franchise shifting from "art film" to "series product."
To discuss the Taboo series is to discuss a peculiar, uncomfortable, and undeniably influential pillar of the "Golden Age of Porn" (late 60s–mid 80s). In an era that gave us the narrative ambition of The Devil in Miss Jones and the mainstream crossover of Deep Throat , the Taboo films carved out a darker, more psychologically fraught corner of the adult film landscape. They traded slapstick and disco soundtracks for heavy drapes, Oedipal tension, and the magnetic, maternal presence of Kay Parker. Watching Taboo I through IV (1979, 1982, 1984, 1985) is less a marathon of eroticism and more a case study in how a franchise can begin as a transgressive art piece, find its formula, then slowly devolve into mechanical repetition. Taboo I-II-III-IV -1979-1985-
Kay Parker is still the anchor, but she is now surrounded by a cast that clearly doesn't understand the original's subtlety. The sex is harder, faster, and more graphic—very much a mid-80s aesthetic. The "secret" is disappointingly mundane. The film tries to add psychological depth (flashbacks to Barbara’s own childhood trauma), but it handles the subject with the delicacy of a sledgehammer. Taboo IV is for completists only. It lacks the dramatic tension of the first, the expanding scope of the second, and even the shameless energy of the third. It feels like a franchise running on fumes, trying to justify another 80 minutes of runtime. Taboo II is a more polished, but less interesting, film
By 1984, the Golden Age was fading, replaced by the harder, faster aesthetics of VHS. Taboo III is where the series jumps the shark—or rather, the family tree. This time, the narrative introduces a younger generation, including a teenage daughter and a family friend. The incest now includes brother-sister dynamics, and the Oedipal tension is spread across multiple characters. Dorothy LeMay is fine, but she lacks Parker’s gravitas
