Quando l'amore è oscenità

Renato Polselli's Oscenita is chock full of sex, depravity and perversion; if you want to see some messed-up filth, then this film well and truly ticks that box. Somehow, though, Polselli still manages to make his film incredibly boring, the director attempting to justify his on-screen deviancy with pseudo-intellectual feminist claptrap about how badly men treat women, when his film is ostensibly a catalogue of vile, demeaning acts perpetrated against the fairer sex in the name of entertainment.

Much of the film involves a group of people gathered around a dining table talking absolute b******ks, their dull, incomprehensible conversation intercut with the marginally more interesting (if you're a bit twisted) scenes of debauchery and obscenity. It starts with a spot of rape, followed by sadism, female masturbation (using trees, branches, candles, and a corn on the cob), hardcore sex, and some fun on the farmyard with Cicci the donkey and a woman with absolutely no self-esteem. The filth is kept fairly brief, allowing more time for pretentious waffle from the annoying party guests.

I managed to find a copy of the film with English subtitles, but I can assure you that, even with subs, the film makes very little sense and is barely worth a watch, even out of curiosity.