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When white women flock to Jamaica for a little fun in the sun, the RandR they’re often looking for is not Rest and Relaxation but to Rent a Rasta according to director J. Michael Seyfert. His eye-opening expose’ of the same name sheds light on a barely acknowledged form of sex tourism, namely, white women who visit the Caribbean Islands to get their groove back with the help of black locals.
This documentary claims that, each year, as many as 80,000 females from a variety of relatively-wealthy Western nations descend on Jamaica alone. Most of those inclined to indulge their Island Fever with wanton abandon are apparently middle-aged and/or overweight spinsters.
Ignored by white men, and afraid to date blacks openly due to the social taboo, they look for satisfaction at remote resorts amidst the anonymity offered by a virtual paradise. These decadent dames safely lure their boy toys with money, electronic gadgets, designer clothes, baubles, or whatever material item it takes to get uncomplicated sexual favors in return along with the strict understanding that like in Las Vegas, What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica.
All these guys are paying her attention, telling her she’s really beautiful, and they really want her. It is like a secret, a fantasy, and then you go home. While this glimpse into the ladies; rationale for their no-strings liaisons is certainly informative, the picture is actually far more grimacing when chronicling the history of Jamaica. Winding its way from the days of slavery, through the rise of the Rastafari ,to the present Jamaica has been at the mercy of colonialism and opressoin since it was first discovered.
Framed from this perspective, we suddenly see a persistent pattern of utter subjugation and economic inequality, with islanders providing service only to be the latest form of exploitation. Please fulljoy this film and its teachings on sexploitation, a subject, that is rarely touched.