Elsewhere, this reviewer pleads for Joy Club director Joe D'Amato to apply his talents to a serious, character-driven films. The offer is rescinded. When Joe stops to dawdle with dialogue, the sex suffers. (Yet even mediocre sex in a D'Amato film, replete with anal hammering and gloppy facials, stands up damned well against domestic fare, so don't hesitate to stock J&R!)

The trite but serviceable plot skewers Shakespeare in favor of Canterbury-flavored tale. Ribald Romeo Mark Davis lusts not only for Juliet (breathtaking Stefania Sartori, with blonde hair and natural tits) but also winds up nailing anything in a dress within arm's reach. Usually in the ass.

After killing some wench's suitor in a sword duel, he skips to the countryside, leaving Juliet to pine away and satisfy herself with the locals. The lovers eventually reunite (and ignite) in a twist on the old suicide potion routine, proving sex after death is possible!

The relatively high rating for J&R applies mainly because of lush productions values and an earnest attempt at making a real movie. Next time, hire a better screenwriter.