There is just so much movie here. For some it may be too much. But in the same secretly sarcastic way most telemarketers say the phrase, the title of this one is particularly apt.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

I like Tinto Brass. More accurately, I suppose, I should say that I enjoy Tinto Brass films. But even then I must qualify that. Mr Brass is a very skilled film maker. Possibly some of his movies look like MTV but he likes that glossy look with lots of neon and classy sets. He also knows how to shoot women. Some may consider it demeaning but he knows how to get women to bend this way and that to their best advantage and always make it look as if they are enjoying themselves. What, it appears, even he cannot do, is tell a proper story and still get away with women bending all the time. This starts off fine with some great glamour shots and some silly story developing, lots more sexy bending and then somewhere along the way it becomes clear we are supposed to be really interested in the fate of some of these people on screen , who all of a sudden are not bending over so much. It is a nonsense story that spoils the fun. There is a belated and rather tasteless effort to get back to some T&A at the end with some eroticised shots of a dead girl but all is already well lost.

I must admit I remember the candid, tacky sex scenes about this more than anything else. I would hardly call it a good film, but certainly an intriguing one. I have to wonder how the other 13 voters saw this? I know it must be very hard to find in the USA. Worth a cheap thrill, if you have the time which I somehow did that afternoon in Turkey!