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In this collection of three stories, an emotionally abused
wife finds comfort in the arms of her brother-in-law, a young
dancer undertakes an erotic and redemptive pilgrimage to Rome
involving live sex shows and nude photography, and a femme
fatale looks into a mirror as she recalls a sadomasochistic
love affair...
Try
imagining an erotic version of Alfred Hitchcock Presents,
and you'll have some idea of what this DVD series is like.
Only less well made. Producer Tinto Brass has little direct
involvement with these short films, apart from introducing
each one while puffing away characteristically on a cigar,
and making the occasional cameo appearance.
Though
the productions claim to have been directed in the "Tinto
Brass style", there is scant evidence of it here. Only in
A Magic Mirror is there any hint of Brass's eccentricity,
in the grotesque character of a brusque layabout husband (Ronaldo
Ravello), who spends much of his screen time lounging around
in a bath, like the captain of the B-Ark in The Hitchhiker's
Guide to the Galaxy. But, although this tale displays
the most humour in the entire collection, it also shows off
the least amount of bare flesh, which is surely another important
ingredient that the audience will be expecting.
Things
get sexier in Julia, the story from which this collection
takes its name, which includes some particularly explicit
and highly charged sex scenes. Unfortunately, the plot is
almost totally incomprehensible - something to do with a dancer
(Anna Biella) going to Rome, but wildly at odds with the description
on the back of the sleeve, which mentions a photographer's
three beautiful models. I counted two of them at the most.
This production is also blighted by amateurish editing, which
leaves several gaping holes in the soundtrack. Oh well, at
least this DVD is subtitled, which spares us from woeful English
dubbing of the type recently heard on Brass's Private.
The
final tale, I Am the Way You Want Me, is a very weird
and nasty little minx. In it, a naked woman (Fiorella Rubino)
sprawls around in her bathroom, mouthing various strange utterances
to camera, and doing erotic things to herself, such as shaving
with a fearsome-looking cutthroat razor (shudder). And that's
about it.
A
further disappointment is the lack of any extra features.
So, all in all, this DVD has left me feeling rather brassed
off!
Chris
Clarkson
Hispania- La | Leyenda 1x08 - La Derrota-dvbrip--...
The rain fell like spears on the reddened earth of the Turdetanian plains. For moons, the tribes had whispered of an omen: a wolf giving birth to a snake. Tonight, the omen became iron and fire.
Viríato did not shout when the last Roman eagle fell into the mud. He simply closed his eyes and listened—to the cries of the wounded, the distant thunder of the fleeing legions, and the silence where there had once been the arrogance of the Senate. The consul Gaius Laelius had boasted that Rome’s shadow covered the world. But shadows flee when men rise with nothing left to lose but their gods.
Now, in the smoky twilight, Viríato walked among the fallen. He stopped before a young Roman, barely twenty, clutching a broken gladius and weeping. The chieftain did not raise his own blade. Instead, he knelt and whispered in crude Latin: “Tell your Republic… this is not hatred. This is earth defending itself.” Hispania- la Leyenda 1x08 - La derrota-DVBRIP--...
The chieftain looked at the stars, now emerging above the corpses. “Then let them come,” he answered. “Tonight, Hispania is not a province. Tonight, Hispania is a name that Rome will learn to fear.”
The boy would live. The messenger would spread the legend: that in the west, a shepherd-king had done what Carthage could not—he had made Rome taste defeat. The rain fell like spears on the reddened
End of Episode 1x08: La Derrota – but legends are born from the ashes of the defeated. If you meant to request a different style (e.g., a review, a fan script, or historical analysis), let me know, and I'll tailor the text accordingly.
But as the fires of victory crackled and the war chants echoed through the sierra, the old druidess appeared from the mist. Her eyes were two pale moons. “You have won a battle, Viríato,” she said, touching his bloodied cheek. “But Rome does not forget. And its greatest weapon is not the sword. It is the traitor’s whisper.” Viríato did not shout when the last Roman
By the fourth hour, the legion was broken. By the sixth, the consul’s standard was trampled under a Cantabrian hoof.
The battle had begun at dawn, a desperate trap in the Cárpetan passes. The Romans, disciplined and heavy, had marched into the labyrinth of stone and oak, expecting another easy slaughter of barbarians. Instead, they met the devotio —the sacred fury of warriors who had burned their own bridges. Women fought beside men. Boys threw javelins from the cliffs. And when the centurions tried to form a testudo, the Hispani rolled burning carts of pitch down the slopes. |
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