And not the Ed Wood kind. Rather, the pretentious, useless, incoherent, utterly boring European kind. Knock yourself out, if you like movies with a glacial pace, precious little plot, cryptic dialogue, idiotic costumes, and camera work worthy of (maybe) a high school project. The director has a penchant for extended shots of actors' faces, and for useless, lingering long shots. The music, if you could call it that, will make you envy the deaf. Possibly good for insomnia. Possibly good for making you vow to never watch a Pasolini film again. It took me a couple of tries to get through this turkey. Seriously, this isn't even mediocre story telling. Watching paint dry is more entertaining. As to the story, it is supposed to be a tragedy, but I think you could write the plot on the back of a stamp - amazingly, Pasolia thins out this gruel to a whole 118 minutes.
