An exhibitionistic display of phallic symbols (a toy tank and cannon, a sausage, an electric carving knife, etc.) as well as of Gerard Depardieu's real thing. Authentically sexy if one can stomach the sterile, whitish lighting that makes the acres of exposed flesh look like laboratory specimens, and, more importantly, if one can stomach Depardieu's protuberant babylike belly and his just slightly more mature delight in his own erections. The most palatable moments in this crudely provocative movie -- Depardieu and his onscreen infant cavorting together improvisationally, both of them as naked as the day they were born -- appear to be a direct copy of Joe Dallesandro's romp with an infant in Paul Morrissey's Flesh. Elsewhere, however, Depardieu's improvisations (he is the only participant who is allowed such freedom) tend to seem childishly selfish and grasping. Directed by Marco Ferreri. (1976) — Duncan Shepherd
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