This is my second Tinto Brass film and I believe I see a pattern emerging. I wonder how he's viewed in Italy? Is he beloved? Is he ridiculed? Is he Troma with a hard-on? You know, I'd really love it if he directed a nod towards Steve Albini and just called his movies FILMS ABOUT FUCKING, because that's exactly what he makes. He can wax philosophical all he wants about empowered women and sexual politics, but really, when you watch a Brass film, you're going to get an eyeful of goofy looking Italian guys sporting mighty hefty meat hammers, lots and lots of beavers, and a lot of the "ol' in out, in out."
This film is a lot more explicit than CHEEKY! There are a lot more fleshy tent poles, hairy boxes, and inviting cockles than my previous Tinto experience, not to mention an electric toothbrush, some actual gynecological penetration, and "A Moroccan guy up my ass! Oh mama, a Moroccan man in my ass!"
Whereas CHEEKY! was more of a goofy, implausible comedy-type... romp(?), this one gets down to business, for the most part. It wouldn't be a particularly taxing feat of single-handed libido to have, how shall we say, a little alone time with the film. But be warned, oh Troopers, the rank and file of the Band of the Hand. You have to time it just right because you will see what your grandpa's package looks like, old kibbles and all, and if you're peaking at the wrong moment, you could suffer some long term damage.
This film is a sextet (HA! Get it!) of mini-films that all evolve around, if you hadn't picked up by now, sex. Three-ways, domination, ridiculously accommodating Swiss maids, desperate attempts at anal penetration with uncooperative girlfriends, exhibitionism, tennis trouble, one real live blow job, randy Scots, and one of the most absurd and perplexing conga lines by a passenger train crew sporting strap-ons and parading in front of a blushing Che Guevara ever to grace a DVD.
This film also beats CHEEKY! in the soundtrack department. Whereas the last one boasted a head-banging soundtrack that was as far removed from head-banging as one could get, this one claims ‘sprightly music.' It's more appropriate, I believe, and a lot more listenable, not that we'll be rushing out to pick up the soundtrack any time soon (unless it drops on 180 g. vinyl, then there is no question about it).
On a whole, I'd say give it a shot. Euro-smut that beats the hell out of anything late night HBO has to offer. And if you watch the film, you should check out the behind the scenes, which is really just Tinto fondling pretty much every woman on the set. One downer though is that you learn (watch out! Spoiler!) that all of the penises that you see bobbing around, all purple and engorged, are fakes (minus one). Lucky for the one bastard who got a smack on his on the behind the scenes reel. I wondered why he didn't vomit all over himself then get up and put a foot in someone's ass.
