One of those long, turgid films made by Italian directors that could roughly be lumped under the banner ‘classical soft porn’, or ‘todgers and togas’ if you will (and there’s no reason why you should). Hence Salo, Caligula, and this rum-and-raisin effort from Fellini, all decadent orgies, oiled-up blonde boys, minotaurs, hermaphrodites, grapes and naked people jumping about on the spot. It all looks great, thanks to the lads down Cinecitta way, but for why?
