A grotesque and surreal tour de force of unsuccessful attempts to remedy male impotence
Sydne Rome lends her hand to everything, but are Italian males really sexually liberated?
A disconcerting exploration of the sex lives of Italians
With La sculacciata, director Pasquale Festa Campanile, that intrepid explorer of the planet sex on that small strip of earth called Italy, gifts us one of his most adorably disconcerting films, an authentic tour de force of the neuroses of an apparently sexually liberated country. The film is a sort of surreal and grotesque catalogue of cures and remedies that all fail, proposed by an often delightfully dressed Sydne Rome: aphrodisiacs (but oysters are too expensive so they have to settle for onions instead), the peace of the countryside, an absurdly twisted Kama Sutra, S&M, an orgy, talking dirty, a vibrator (they end up making mayonnaise), fake prostitution, fake disabilities (with a touch of Buñuel), spanking and much more besides. As sung in an opera about a great lover: “My dear lady, this is the list” (Don Giovanni by Mozart).
Carlo and his wife Elena are facing a crisis: he has suddenly become impotent. She tries every possible way to reawaken his appetite, but everything appears in vain. She attempts to commit suicide, and in the act of saving her he rediscovers his virility.