Set aside all that plastic artsy-fartsy intellectually enlightened critical dialog you've been reading, and you end up with a movie illustrating the sick fantasies of de Sade's criminally insane brain cells on celluloid. Blood, feces, and torture - that's it. That's the subject matter. I watched it out of curiosity, and regret it. The imagery of the two men french-kissing with excrement on their mouths has been difficult to erase, not to mention the child rapes, the scenes of mutilation, and total absence of responsibility for the creation of such an otherwise gross and boring film.