Review of Limit

. . . "shameless strumpet" or "horrid harlot," so much so than many if not most Brazilian men spontaneously experience their Ultimate Pleasure at the mere sight of a threaded needle or even an empty spool lying next to a discarded thimble. Under these circumstances, it's not surprising that the Morality Board of this South American state throughout their history have automatically tagged any film brazen enough to picture a sewing machine in action with the equivalent of a U.S. "Triple X" rating. However, LIMITE is a "Blue Movie" so ancient (it's literally falling apart, and many key scenes have rotted away forever) that it circulated to a fair extent in its home country way back when (though 99% plus of its first-run audience have bitten the dust by now, of course). Imagine how disconcerted one of these deceased gentlemen would be if he was given another night to roam the Earth and saw a clueless Old Movies TV hostess with no situational awareness of "seamstresses" in the Classic Brazilian sense naively screening LIMITE for U.S. family audiences!