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To be honest I watched it only for aviation purpose
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It’s dirty, dizzy, and somehow still addictive to watch.
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Like a guy sexually frustrated, emotionally broken, and stuck under one roof
Dark, twisted, and unintentionally hilarious—Agra is basically a family drama on Viagra.
probably the horniest family drama ever made in India.
It is medieval madness soaked in softcore. Historical accuracy? Zero. Horny energy? Off the charts.
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Forget the moral lessons—this is pure vintage sleaze with surprisingly bold scenes.
The van sex? Unironically the highlight—silly, steamy, and strangely iconic.
It pretends to warn you, but it's too busy turning you on.
He walks, mumbles, disappears in plain sight.
Fame feels heavy, like a costume he’s trying to rip off.
Strange, sad, and weirdly hypnotic.
What drives nations to wage war under the guise of noble causes? How many lives are lost for empty political promises? Does the chaos of battle ever justify the price paid by the innocent?
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Let’s be real — I watched it for the porn.
Plot? Barely there. Clothes? Even less.
At least it delivers exactly what the title promises.
The only thing good in the movie is her boobs.
Everything else felt pointless.
Drenched in desire, decay, and delirium — eroticism twisted into art.
It seduces, shocks, and then laughs while you squirm.
Not just provocative — it’s a full-body experience in madness and flesh.
Every frame: concrete poetry. Cold, precise, beautiful.
I felt nothing, and it looked incredible
A stylish shell with zero soul—just skip it.
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I watched it for the erotica, stayed for the existential shame spiral.
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You just know someone in the 70s called this “art” while unzipping.
Today? It’s like watching softcore on a scratched VHS… weirdly nostalgic.
it just feels like softcore nostalgia.
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Rewatched it just for the first scene—don’t judge, it had energy.
The rest? A chaotic mix of moaning, mumbling, and misplaced “meaning.”
Still don’t know how this mess tried to as a love story.
Everyone’s IQ was missing, but hey—at least the bodies showed up. Their Boobs got more screen time than the plot, and honestly, they acted better too.
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Intelligence isn't just quoting Nietzsche—it's knowing when to shut up.
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A softcore odyssey where sexual trauma gets the Euro-art treatment.
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It’s less a film and more a fevered fantasy you probably shouldn't it you enjoyed.
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She’s wild, stunning, and practically begging—but he’s too busy finding Jesus
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It's so dumb, it circles back to being almost… impressively committed to stupidity.
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It’s more embarrassing than entertaining.
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They really said, "Let's make porn... but make it cinema.",The positions? Inventive. The camera angles? Oscar-worthy.
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No thrill, no purpose — just suffering for the sake of it.
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Everyone's dancing, shouting, and being loud... but for what?
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At least the fish had a tank—she had nothing but bad decisions.
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If this counts as cinema, then hand me a camera and some silk sheets.
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Thought it would challenge boundaries, but it’s just three bored people having bad sex.
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Every man in this film needs therapy too bad they got Yolanda instead.
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This movie ,Merlant’s body does most of the lifting, especially her TITS
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Left me more detached than immersed
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I don't even know if I "liked" this movie but I felt it.
They're dangerous, selfish, almost alien. Yet I couldn't look away.
It’s like Bertrand Blier opened a window into a world where freedom isn't beautiful — it's ugly, careless, and painfully human.
Watched 20 minutes, didn’t understand a thing—but hey, she’s hot.
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Feel bad for entering wrong sex tape
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Watched this thinking I’d find some vintage sex appeal—turns out
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Watched this thinking I’d find some vintage sex appeal—turns out
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The performances feel real, but the ethics behind the camera leave a sour aftertaste.
Hard to watch—and even harder to justify.
More courtroom than bedroom,
Legal drama? Sure. But those boobs were the only thing worth testifying about.
The humor is as dead as the love interest, and the story stumbles around like a reanimated corpse. Not even Kathryn Newton could breathe life into this one.
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It’s like a fancy buffet
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A stupid movie with no real point, but the sex and burlesque performances make it worth watching. If you’re here for the plot, don’t bother. If you’re here for the show, enjoy.
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This masterpiece unfolds like a dream, weaving love, obsession, and fate into a hypnotic mystery. Every moment is crafted with elegance, pulling you deeper into its world. making it one of the best films ever.
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More swords, more drama, but still no soul.
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D'Artagnan deserves better than this dull and forgettable adventure.
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Watched O Búfalo da Noite for Guillermo Arriaga, but wow, what a letdown. The writing feels lost, the acting is lifeless, and the so-called mystery is just a bunch of nonsense.
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So many questions, but does anyone really care? The humiliation keeps escalating, but the real focus is just a more refined showcase of sex and nudity.
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Edwige Fenech curves speak poetry, each frame caressing the softness of desire. Madame Bovary doesn’t just tell a story—it lingers, worships, and adores, letting beauty unfold in the most intoxicating way. A slow, sensual dance between elegance and temptation.
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The classic ‘I’m not gay, bro… okay, maybe just a little’ storyline.
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This movie drags on endlessly—I kept waiting, but nothing really happened. Except for the mirror scene and the sex scenes, which had just enough “artsy” flair to get it sent to festivals. I smiled exactly once—when the woman showed her boobs.
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