Psychopathia Sexualis

SKINOPSIS

Prof. Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing ... Yup, even his name is long-winded. This turn of the century scientist accomplished something that would seem nearly impossible to some and successfully made tedium of the wildest, freakiest and most deviant sexual behavior known to mankind. Releasing the equally long-winded "Psychopathia Sexualis," the good Professor documented perversions ranging from lust-murder to handkerchief fetishism (what the?) - sucking whatever awesomeness out of everything and neatly categorizing them under catchy terms like hyperaesthesia (the always fun pathologically exaggerated sexual instinct), anaesthesia (absence of sexual instinct, as if you didn't know) and *sigh* ...explored paraesthesia (that's perversion of the sexual instinct, moron) ...

What a prick.

So there you have it. The basis for this film; a prick Professor and his dumb, boring pervert book. Well, at least the filmmakers avoided pretense and kept the production cheap and low brow. Just imagine if they had hired a cast and crew composed of artsy, drama club rejects and pompous artists. Thereby emulating the Professor by spawning some kind of weirdo, impenetrable art film and completely draining the sexiness out of the crazy-sexy (or is that sexy-crazy?). That would really suck it up...

Well, there's still the deviant and aberrant sexual behavior, graphic nudity, violence and disturbing imagery - so the thing isn't completely neutered. Just try to put your brain on ice, zone out and enjoy all that. Remember, if after watching this one you begin to think of sicky sex acts and assorted freaky-fucking as bland, blah and tired then they've won. Don't let them win or the perverts of tomorrow will be masturbating to how-to home & garden videos and rolling around in piles of freshly-laundered clothes for kicks.