Tuesday, May 5, 2020

We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 382 / Awwww Yeah vol. 156 / #gorenoise vol. 23

Liberté, the latest from Catalan director Albert Serra, begins in 1774 with the Duc de Wand (Baptiste Pinteaux) recounting how he witnessed a criminal being publicly drawn and quartered. That anecdote is followed by another bewigged Frenchman ordering two comrades, in a wooded area, to fashion a “balm made of shit and dirt,” which will soon be used on one of their female companions, who will also have urine deposited into her backside while other men ejaculate into her mouth. “Her body will be the shrine of our world,” this superior states. Shortly thereafter, the Duc de Wand expresses to a female companion his own bestiality fantasy, and when she responds by saying that she’d participate by fondling the animal’s genitals, he chides her for her banal lack of daring.

In case you couldn’t tell by now, this is definitely not your new family-friendly quarantine viewing option.

A Sadistic French Film With Golden Showers, Bestiality Fantasies, and Lots of Butt Stuff

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