To write about movies you have to have benchmark or basic point which is always one--movies are illusion. If they reflect on reality it cannot be proved as everybody has different opinion about past and present. With this in mind this flick is excellent and I don't care about plot which is reasonable in this case, female characters which are all hot in their designer's underwear, fair amount of sexual activities etc. Illusion?--yes. Do I care?--no. Why?--D'Amato fits my definition of excellent. Maybe I am wrong?--maybe. But I pay attention to which movies I remember and which dissipate without trace. And I remember how piece of propaganda called Battleship Potemkin was considered one of 10 best movies of all time and as I knew all this propaganda first hand I said--whatever but D'Amato is on my list.
Review of Il diavolo nella carne
