'They're a peaceful tribe, but when they get carried away with their rites nothing can stop them,' Emanuelle is warned as she totes her Nikon through the bush in search of the origins of African civilisation. And you can bet she finds more than she bargained for. Her journey is one of inner discovery too - is she a lesbian, as beach and poolside scenes would seem to testify? Does she prefer it with white men or black? And what of the hockey team who finish the film by raping her on the night train through Nairobi? Crude symbolism, with the couplings shot as dully as the travelogue stuff.