In an orgy of the elderly, _Liberté_ is that one weird geezer walking around strangely naked and taking himself comically seriously even though he can't get it up or please anyone in attendance.
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The film takes place in an 18th century forest one night where old and ugly men stroll about in fake wigs and rub their crotches while younger women unlace their bodices and become slaves to pretention.
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This film is the absolute worst porn I've ever seen, and the longest I've been able to make it through one.
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It's such a rip off of Pasolini (without the subversiveness) that it should've been called _120 Minutes of Shallow_, so much an 18th century copy of Noé that they should've call it _Anti-Climax_. It's such a bastardization of de Sade that the writer's name is probably the Marquis de Sad.
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For example, here is some of the misogynistic "philosophy" we're forced to bear throughout: "I don't like the expression of pleasure in a woman's face; I find it too suspect. I prefer to see pain there, it never lies." Or, "If you want her to feel abandoned by Jesus, you have to take her from behind."
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I do love this film's audacity, however, the way it jumps in your lap, looks you in the eye and and promises it's going to waste 2 hours and 15 minutes of your life. I was seriously impressed by how big this movie's balls are, I just wish it wasn't tea bagging me with them the entire time.
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Warning: Unsimulated golden showers and masturbation (though the poor bloke doing it couldn't get a hard on, and watching this film it's easy to see why).