I am not a Tinto Brass
fan, but I always wanted to add this film of his in my collection. The problem
was the shit quality and cut editions of it floating in the market. That was
until the 4-DVD Imperial Edition (Region 2 - PAL) came out and I bought it
immediately.
The first
disc offers the uncut version which I saw when I bought the box-set; the second
disc contains an alternative version which I haven’t seen as yet, the third
disc offers the theatrical version which is the one I watched for the purpose
of this review, and the fourth disc is full of extras.
Now, on with
the theatrical version... It doesn’t contain all the excessive violence and the
explicit sex, and with so many scenes missing the whole thing doesn’t make as
much sense as the uncut version does. Anyway, the whole thing about the history
behind the cuts of this troubled production has been studied extensively
elsewhere, so here I would like to focus on the impression the film made to me.
As you
probably know from your history books, the story takes place in 37 A.D. – 41
A.D. Rome as the title card tells us. The credit sequence is accompanied by a
grand soundtrack, preparing us for something special. And special indeed it is,
as producer Bob Guccione’s intention was to bridge hardcore pornography with
mainstream film. The result is too good for porn, and too bad (or maybe weird) for
a mainstream film.
A Clockwork Orange (1971)
star Malcolm McDowell plays the title’s character who
believes he is god (or that he’ll become one when he dies). He has an
incestuous relationship with his sister, and his dictatorship is ruthless. But
how did he become the monster that he was and how did he come to power?
In the film’s
best scene, he goes into Tiberius’ room and believes his father is dead, so he
takes off a ring from his finger. Tiberius wakes up and then Caligola tries to
kill him, yet he can’t. A friend of his enters the room and does the dirty job
for him. His father tried to poison him before, but the scene was played for
laughs. Tiberius is played by the late Peter O'Toole, which tells us that for the right money
and with the right pitch you can get pretty much anyone into any film.
Even this
version is full of naked bodies (it appears that if you were an actor or
actress in late ‘70s Rome, you would most likely end up nude in this film), but
my favourite thing about it is still the ending, which shows us the downfall of
the empire in a ganster-like way [think of Martin
Scorsese’s Casino
(1995) with Ancient Rome costumes].
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