ryuzaki has a point, in that i would also beat a guy with a stick if he broke a pasolini VHS tape i'd spent a long time trying to get

(it's a travesty that a remaster of this will have a negligible chance of ever coming through - too many pretty compositions here to languish in vhsrip quality)

gives the play all the gilded areolae, pantomimed fisting, ken russell self-inserts (as photographer and pornographer), fart jokes, and female penises it needs. some of the antisemitic elements in the production elicited discomfort, but i imagine they are true to the play—and definitely to the time—since this adaptation is largely verbatim.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.