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Mar 03, 2016ManMachine rated this title 0.5 out of 5 stars
From where I was sitting - I found viewing the sex scenes in Pasolini's "The Canterbury Tales" to be about as joyful and arousing as watching a filthy street-beggar pick their nose. And, speaking further about these sex scenes - For the most part, they were either focused on grotesque-looking old men screwing virginal, young maidens (or else) pimply faced youths being buggered up the ass. If you ask me - I'd say that this film's story was delivered with the same sort of distasteful enthusiasm as you'd get from a reluctant farm-boy who had been ordered to shovel up a huge, stinking heap of horse manure into a truck. And, speaking about the actors in this film - I swear that the whole, talentless lot of them had been rounded up from the local, skid-row, welfare office line-up. And, finally - If this film's hellish, anally-fixated finale was really supposed to make up for all of its prior short-comings - Well - It sure didn't impress this viewer. No. Not one bit. *Note* - 1972's "The Canterbury Tales" would be director Pablo Pasolini's 3rd-to-last picture. In 1975 Pasolini was brutally murdered by a 17-year-old "rent boy" who repeatedly ran him over with his own car.