I like Paul Verhoeven’s weird portraits of people who don’t really know what they want and are pulled in multiple directions. His films are always sexy, always violent, and always a little gross. This is a story set in medieval times, but it’s no Decameron. This is a joyously grim and totally perverse tale that has a lot more in common with Verhoeven's earlier Spetters than it does with Pasolini's much more celebratory version of the middle ages.
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