The novel by Raymond Radiguet shocked some people after World War I. The film of it by Claude Autant-Lara shocked some people after World War II. (Largely for -- of all things -- anti-war sentiments, in both instances.) What could Marco Bellocchio do now, in 1986, to get similar results? A hard-core blow job, perhaps -- or at least the beginnings of one? (Can we be absolutely sure, however, of what we're seeing? Absolutely sure it's not Cock By Carlo Rambaldi or somebody?) It's enough, certainly, to rate the movie a note in any history of sex in the cinema. But it's little enough reward for sitting through the rest. Bellocchio keeps on doing lunatics (in this case the highly fashionable fiancé of an accused terrorist, and lover of a motor-scootering student, and former psychiatric patient of the student's father), but he hasn't found out how to make them interesting. With Maruschka Detmers and Federico Pitzalis. (1986) — Duncan Shepherd
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