Now I see what all the fuss is about with Helmet Berger. Like Bowie, he's some sort of androgynous taboo-breaking figure and therefore perfect to play the narcissistic title character in this film.
Everyone knows the story of Dorian Gray, right? Everyone wants a bit of Dorian - an arrogant young upstart who becomes obsessed with a portrait of himself and hates the idea of growing old, and therefore he's tickled pink to find that the portrait is the one who suffers from his excesses. But who's pink is Dorian going to tickle? And who's Berger is Dorian going to munch on? And who is going to shine Dorian's Helmet?
Herbert Lom appears here as the sinister guy who seems to egg Dorian on in his debauchery, where Dorian gives it to about three quarters of the cast, including young Sybil, the doomed actress, many other ladies (sometimes introducing them to each other afterwards, no doubt for a bit of Sapphic love), a couple of guys, and even Herbert Lom himself in the shower. I guess dropping the soap really does serve as some invitation for man to man bottery!
Due to a horse-porn trauma I received after watching Dallamano's Venus In Furs, I was really worried when the action switched to a stable, but I needn't have worried, because it was only setting the scene for Dorian to give it fudgeways to an old woman! What's this film about again?
You'd be surprised how tastefully Dallamano films all this nonsense, what with him being a master cinematographer and all. It's all groovy interiors and even groovier clothes with Helmet Berger always the centre of attention. I've got to admit this is a pretty good film about a mad shagger.
Everyone knows the story of Dorian Gray, right? Everyone wants a bit of Dorian - an arrogant young upstart who becomes obsessed with a portrait of himself and hates the idea of growing old, and therefore he's tickled pink to find that the portrait is the one who suffers from his excesses. But who's pink is Dorian going to tickle? And who's Berger is Dorian going to munch on? And who is going to shine Dorian's Helmet?
Herbert Lom appears here as the sinister guy who seems to egg Dorian on in his debauchery, where Dorian gives it to about three quarters of the cast, including young Sybil, the doomed actress, many other ladies (sometimes introducing them to each other afterwards, no doubt for a bit of Sapphic love), a couple of guys, and even Herbert Lom himself in the shower. I guess dropping the soap really does serve as some invitation for man to man bottery!
Due to a horse-porn trauma I received after watching Dallamano's Venus In Furs, I was really worried when the action switched to a stable, but I needn't have worried, because it was only setting the scene for Dorian to give it fudgeways to an old woman! What's this film about again?
You'd be surprised how tastefully Dallamano films all this nonsense, what with him being a master cinematographer and all. It's all groovy interiors and even groovier clothes with Helmet Berger always the centre of attention. I've got to admit this is a pretty good film about a mad shagger.