Solid premise, coupled with a impressively controlled and subtle acting job by ever-clever Ricky Gervais - what could go wrong? Almost everything, unfortunately. A meandering plot goes nowhere fast as the movie pokes useless fun at religion, society, and whatever, without making any particularly convincing points.

Furthermore, the premise - mankind has never invented the concept of telling untruth, until one man discovers he can - unravels completely after a while, and gets replaced by ever dumber themes. Why is…

A priest with Alzheimers, a female black singer, an undercover FBI agent and a number of other lost souls gather at a hotel in the mid 70s, for the titular bad time. Severe trouble ensues, in a movie which is somehow less than the sum of its parts.

This should have been perfect. Bad Times at the El Royale is good-looking, with gorgeous cinematography, colors and a period appropriate atmosphere. It has great acting all around, quirky characters, and an…

Tinto Brass makes another movie about how female serial infidelity is sexy, clever and hip, and that men find it an incredible turn-on. Without actually moralizing (if you finish this movie, as I have, you've lost that right), I personally don't at all. However, I must it that there is something funny and borderline genius about trying to present it as a feminist/gender political issue, while still making it glaringly obvious that it is one of several pure "male gaze"…

When this review is published, my "Recent Activity" images will consist solely of Tinto Brass movies, as it will push out my intellectual fig leaf of the week: Triangle of Sadness. I have yet to decide if that means I should rush to review a few Bergmans, or if I should just leave it like this for weeks. Time will tell.

The Voyeur is, in my opinion, the best Tinto Brass movie bar none. The reason is pretty simple: because…