Retailer note: despite what the boxcover declares, this is a video, not a film.
This European production will fare better with those who long for the faded grandeur of the Hapsburgs than it wil lwith American audiences, who will probably scratch their heads, not their clits or cocks.
When director Damiano sticks to sex scenes, he's competent, even inspired, but when he strays from shots of pulsating, engorged genitals, it's like entering a time warp back to pre-Godard '50s France, montage sequences and all.
As a sex flick, it (mostly) works. As a feature, it's off the mark.