Three flights are due into Montego Bay,
one from Toronto, one from Fort Lauderdale, the other from London.
When white women flock to Jamaica for a little fun in the sun, the R&R 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."
As one satisfied customer, a 45 year-old spinster from the Midwest explains her addiction to her hedonistic getaway, "A girl who no one looks at twice gets hit on all the time here. 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 of the lucky ladies' rationale for their no-strings liaisons is certainly informative, the picture is actually far more interesting when chronicling the history of Jamaica, winding its way from the slave days through the rise of the Rastafari to the present. Framed from this perspective, we suddenly see a persistent pattern of utter subjugation and economic inequality, with islanders providing stud service only being the latest form of exploitation.
Perhaps most telling is the desperate summation of a suffering black woman seen begging for an end to the Jamaican people's neverending cycle of poverty. She wants, "the white world to come give us our deliverance, because it was them who take us out of our land and carry us here."
Viewed in this light, Rent a Rasta is a clarion call which establishes that sex tourism is not merely the harmless indulgence of horny white women gone wild, but a burgeoning trend which continues to wreak havoc on a Caribbean culture and family structure already in crisis. [Very good 3 stars]
A documenary with the potential for greatness. I am so glad someone
is finally talking about this since it's an issue I've wanted to tackle for quite some time.
To really expose the exploitation on both ends seems
July 1, 2007
Wayne Cummings, president of the Negril Chamber of Commerce and first vice
president of the
Jamaica Hotel and Tourist Association (JHTA),
told the Sunday Herald that sex
tourism is not condoned by the organisations that he represents.
He pointed out that although
many visitors to exotic locations such as Jamaica
often arrive with hope of finding an
“escort”, the country has made efforts to move away from this image.
“It still happens, but we
categorise it as tourist harassment. We invite tourists
here for sun, sea, sand and Jamaican
hospitality, which does not necessarily include
sexual favours,” said Cummings.
He added that
sex tourism brought with it many negative implications such as the
spread of infectious
diseases and a tarnished national image.
“Those persons in the sex tourism industry are better
served by getting training
and incorporate themselves into legitimate tourism jobs,” he said.
Cummings indicated that tourism interests in the resort towns have better working
relationships with the police, and this has prevented the problem from being an overt one.
also indicated that tourism interests have also begun to address the problem through
Cummings also spoke to the issue of staff training at the Sandals hotel chain
ensure that internal and external interaction does not become or appear untoward.
JAMAICA SUNDAY HERALD
June 12, 2007
It's a ''Stella
moment'' on the beach.
A handsome young Jamaican with bulging pectorals strides up to
three middle-aged women strolling barefoot by the sea. His opening gambit is an invitation to
ride on his glass-bottom boat. Then the real business: ''Yes mon, my friend and I noticed you
last night. You were wearing sneakers,'' he says to one.
''We said, 'Those are
oldies but goldies!''' he continues.
''How dare you!'' The woman's brassy American accent is a
marked contrast to the melodious Jamaican one. ''Didn't your mother teach you how to talk to
The women storm off past a fence that cordons off their all-inclusive
resort, leaving their suitor behind.
David Patrick, about 30, scratches an ear ruefully but
takes the rejection in stride. ''Women been coming in droves since that movie,'' he says.
talking about How Stella Got Her Groove Back, the movie about a woman who goes to Jamaica and
falls in love with a man half her age and rediscovers her enthusiasm for life.
''It's not just
Americans,'' Patrick says. ''English women, Germans, Swiss - they all say the same thing: That
they've come to get their groove back.''
The movie was based on a book by Terry McMillan who
said she kept running into women who bought tickets to Jamaica after Stella became a
bestseller in 1996. The movie, starring Angela Bassett as Stella and Taye Diggs as her lover
Winston, appears to have had even more of an effect.
''Jamaica couldn't have paid for the
publicity we're getting,'' says photographer Ken Ramsay, referring to scenes that linger on
white-sand beaches, turquoise and emerald waters, cloudless skies and exotic flowers.
Tourist Board has screened the film for U.S. travel agents and aired TV spots promoting the
island as a lovers' getaway.
Mark Adkins, a manager at the public relations agency Adkins-Rome
Entertainment and Marketing in Los Angeles, describes an enthusiastic response, with ''a lot
of women ... saying they wanted to go to Jamaica to find their Winston.''
''We're seeing groups
of ladies coming together that look like the type Terry McMillan was writing about - more
single ladies,'' says hotel manager Brian Sang.
Sang, executive manager of the Jamaica Grande
resort at Ocho Rios on the island's north coast, says one visitor sent him a poem saying she
and her girlfriends were ''coming to get their groove back.''
A new lexicon has grown around
the movie. ''I've heard tourists say things like, 'There's a Stella thing going on here,'''
'Stellas' Searching for Their Winstons in Jamaica , June 15, 2007
Is there prostitution in Negril?
Yes. Although it is not legal. You will see many men and
women looking to show you love.
Many beautiful women will surround single men at the clubs,
and single women will receive
the same treatment from the local men. If you're single, it will
be assumed that you're on
the island seeking a 'likkle love beneat' de palms.'
remonstration to the contrary will likely be met with wearying attempts to get you to
your mind. Black women can expect to hear a 'roots' trip.
If you go
along with the flirting, don't expect a Jamaican man to understand if you've no
going all the way. Your innocent acceptance will be taken as a sign of acquiescence.
Jamaican male has a fragile ego and is likely to react strongly to feeling like a fool.
beat about the bush for fear of hurting the man's feelings.
women welcome these advances, as evidenced by the proliferation of 'rent-a-Rastas' -
semiprofessional good-time guys, or gigolos - on the arms of North American and European
Most often, the man is excited more by your economic clout than your looks - a foreign
status and the possibility for wheedling some cash. You'll be the moneybags in
any romantic encounter.
Jamaica Good Time
South Coast, June 16, 2007
fremdeles avslappet ogtilbakelent, turistlivet lever side
om side med lokallivet.Du kommer nærmere lokalbefolkningen her enn ihotellpalassenes
Montego Bay og turistskipenes Ocho Rios.
Sammenlignet med disse andre turiststedene er dette detvirkelige Jamaica hvor
lokalbefolkningen er like forundrethver gang du avslår en blås. Og det
Her er det ikkesigaretter det er snakk om,
ikke en gang sigarer. Politiethar ikke
lenger noe slapt
forhold til narkotikabruk. Barerastaene kan blåse i vei med en slags
La gå at du ikke lenger kan vandrekilometer på kilometer uten å
snuble i annen manns fotspor,at forlokkende
skilt strekker sine fangarmer ut frapalmeskyggene,
at du stadig oppvartes av menn og kvinner medpssst'ende tilbud.
Gi fra deg noen ord og et smil
og etbestemt nei, så bryr de seg ikke om å slite seg innpåvidere.
Respect man, respect.
at ingen synes ådanse på de legendariske reggaekonsertene i strandkanten, atde mest tjener som
fremvisning av prostituerte i allevektklasser og begge kjønn. Og at Negril har et visst
til seg hvite kvinner ute etter et svarteventyr. Rent-a-rasta heter det her.
Prøv litt Jamaicastål,mom. = )
SOL SAND REGGAE ROM
June 18, 2007
Just got my copy the other
day. Most definately a wicked film, but why they called it Rent-A-Rasta i'll never know, the
sex trade bit is only a small piece of the film, well worth getting..... Lots of nice elders .
Some good bobo shanti royalness as well.
Also shows some of the main
stream "wolves" who dable in rasta bizness.
Great film highly recomended.
September 3, 2007
In search of the Big Bamboo
According to some published reports, as many as 80,000 women from
America and Europe travel every year to the Caribbean
island of Jamaica to have uncomplicated sex with available "rastatutes". Naturally, all this
scandal makes the real Rastas livid. Their history is long and their hardships many, yet these
beach-cruising playboys give their religion (not to mention their lifestyle) a bad reputation.
Director J. Michael Seyfert is out to change all that. He wants to uncover this unseemly
practice and prove that the men exchanging copulation for cash have very little connection to
the Rastafari faith. Instead, they are what you would call Rent-a-Rasta—ersatz imitations of
the real deal.
Beginning as a supposed exposé of the sex-for-sale
industry in Jamaica (think How Stella Got Her Groove Back without famous authors or actresses)
but quickly devolving into an overview of the Rastafari religion. Inside are four or five
really engaging stories—the history of slavery in the West Indies, the current reparations and
repatriation movement, the story of Haile Selassie and his deification, the current socio-
economic climate in the Caribbean, and the notion that fat, older, or otherwise unattractive
females worldwide come to this area for the sole purpose of getting their whore on. We are
intrigued by the notion of such scandalous trysts, well aware that author Terry McMillan (who
first uncovered this female version of the mid-life crisis) is currently dragging her boy-toy
through a messy, highly-publicized divorce, and Seyfert introduces us to some wonderfully
We hear impassioned pleas from regular followers, as
well as the frequent dismissal of "false Rastas." Important names in the religion are given
their moment of historical significance, and we even witness a good-natured debate among a
group of men over who is the true savior—Jesus or Haile Selassie.
it have been better to discuss Rastafari, its various factions, its divided views on
repatriation, and the basic tenets of its belief system, and leave the rest alone? Why not
address the dreads, the strict diet and leisure mandates (pot = OK; alcohol and tobacco? No
way), and the varying influences on the rules and regulations. The idea that smoking "ganja"
came from Hindus after all, and many of the religions more stringent codes were derived from a
combination of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism. We hear how the Rastas refer to themselves as
"Jews" (in a more metaphysical sense) and how people who claim to be Jewish are, in their
mind, less than devout. They consider such an ethnic term the same as referring to someone as
girl-ish, or child-ish—like a girl or child, but in fact not really one at all.
confrontational comments add a refreshing bit of energy.
many of the island's more picturesque elements (beaches, waterfalls, mountains) to focus on
Rasta temples and up-close compositions. Consisting mostly of fabulously expressive faces, we
feel both the happiness and the hardship beaming from every single person interviewed.
The 1.85:1 non-anamorphic letterboxed image is crisp and clear, the product of
an excellent digital camera creation. There is no flaring or bleeding, and the amount of
detail is delightful. The soundtrack, featuring wonderfully atmospheric dub and reggae is
presented in a Dolby Digital Stereo Surround mix that is bass-heavy and mostly midrange.
film proves there are more stories in the world, more eccentrics and visionaries, than there
is film to capture them.
Against all odds, we, the independent documentary filmmaker go out
with our cameras and a strong sense for justice. "Independent" means under- funded but we
somehow manage to document our world and society's ills and beauty in compelling stories.
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58 min. English/Spanish
pummeled by an unworkable socialism and a voracious consumer appetite.
What began more than
forty six years ago seems spent, "patriotism or death" are simply not enough.
28 min. ENG./ SPAN./
The Waorani have a reputation of being the fiercest warriors in the
They have never been conquered or colonized.
Since Oil Companies have entered their
territory, the Waorani have made deals,
*oil for a pack of noodles and two soccer balls*,
deals in exchange for nothing.
The Waorani will continue to struggle for their survival,
order to preserve their homeland and culture they must,
paradoxically, adopt modern ways.
"Craziest and most interesting is the problem of incentive. Many of the
people of Centenario,
for instance didn't want anything. To talk to a man about tripling his
income was to fill
him with confusion; he got nervous; he started to laugh; he wanted to go
The poor man from the moment of birth was so inundated with problems, so deprived,
that to end up wanting things was a sort of insanity. What he wanted was to stay alive
day to tell jokes and visit with his friends in the sweet night air.
He wanted a few pesos
from time to time so that he could drink and dance and feel cleansed of life.