Exoticalot People are voting emotionally.

Breakinger A Brilliant Conflict

Stephan Hammond It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

Cheryl A clunky actioner with a handful of cool moments.

Matt James I watched this as 'Casotto' in the original Italian without the benefit of subtitles. My Italian is very sketchy but the tone and gestures of the players make it less of a hindrance than I expected. Also, it's how we naturally learn a language, by inference, so with more viewings the film is better understood and is worth the extra effort.Even with the grainy picture, the slightly jittery framing and colour washing in and out in some sequences, the film is engaging. I became fascinated with who is next going to come into the casotto and how their lives would intersect. It's a colourful pageant of living textures. People watching on an intimate level. Since it almost all takes place within the walls we almost become the casotto. All the players arrive separately but their lives soon become variously enmeshed and some will change forever.The sing-song intonation of Italian is one of the things that makes the language lyrically charming and easy on the ear plus I prefer films in their original language; to read subtitles rather than hear someone in a sound-booth mangling the original script and soundtrack whilst their character's lips move out-of-sync. Disappointingly Jodie Foster (the up-the-duff granddaughter honey-trap) was dubbed, and with exactly the wrong kind of voice. She appeared to be speaking her lines in Italian and Foster has a gift for languages. I can't imagine her lines were so bad that they had to be dubbed.Filmmaking was different in the 1970's and this kind of Italian cinema may be hard to understand or follow for other audiences. Modern viewers should put aside their unrealistically high-expectations if they want to find this film accessible. If you like to see films that, despite appearances, have been thought out and want to follow the construction, this is a good place to start.

BRAINIAC-2 If French director Jaques Tati were born in Italy, had a much smaller budget and was somewhat of a pervert he probably would have directed films like "In the Beachouse", a wildly offbeat comedy with no plot! The entire movie more-or-less takes place in an ocean-side dressing house, a series of reoccurring site-gags and hilarious character studies. A real-time interaction between a large group of unusual people including 2 prostitutes and their reluctant and somewhat bizarre client, an all-girl swim team, a large black dog and a scene stealing white chihuahua, and a couple trying to get their knocked-up under age grand daughter laid so they can pin the blame on some poor schmuck and marry her off. The grand daughter, incidentally, is played by a nubile Jody Foster (!!!) who probably doesn't mention this film much in her résumé! With a mostly Italian cast including Ugo Tognazzi and featuring Catherine Deneuve in a dream sequence.

jeremy-harmon-1 I guess this counts as a spoiler of sorts...All I really have to say about this movie is that the whole dreadful thing takes place inside a small changing room on an Italian beach. While that may seem a novel concept, the effect is really painful to watch. Every time one of the characters would step outside of the beach house I would find myself desperately clinging to the futile hope that the camera would follow them. It's ironic that this "comedy" (featuring a very young Jodie Foster) did a better job of unintentionally instilling claustrophobia in its audience than Panic Room did intentionally. As far as a plot description goes, who cares? Even if the plots weren't as disjointed, underdeveloped and completely ill-conceived as they were (perhaps something was lost in translation??), the fact that they all took place in this one horribly cramped, confined, positively stifling setting, is enough to justify destroying every copy of this movie ever made, so as not to harm any innocent bystanders.

david melville CAN YOU HAVE SPOILERS IN A FILM WITH NO PLOT?Round and round the camera goes, and where it stops... Casotto opens with a spectacular 360-degree panning shot around a deserted beach on the outskirts of Rome. At last, the camera comes to rest on a vacant beach hut where all the action will take place. At once dazzling and irrelevant, this shot sets the tone for most (nay, perhaps all) of the film that follows.Among the holiday crowds who come to brawl and bicker on the sun-kissed sands, we have - in no special order - a man with two penises, an all-girls swimming team who strip in unison, a couple trying to have sex with third-degree sunburn, a big dog eating a small dog for lunch. The two main 'plots' (and I use this term loosely) have the wife and the mistress of a dead man trying to seduce a broker for his insurance money, and two wily old folks on the look-out for a stud to deflower their nymphet grand-daughter, played by Jodie Foster. (She's already pregnant, you see, so some poor sucker has to take the rap!) When our interest flags, director Sergio Citti treats us to a mock-Surreal dream sequence with Catherine Deneuve as a white-robed, ethereal goddess. (No argument there.) Oh, and Ninetto Davoli wanders in and out drilling peepholes in the wall - just in case anything more lurid is happening next door!What more can I say? I laughed obligingly all the way through. I was properly impressed by Tonino delli Colli's lustrous camerawork, which overlays the rampant vulgarity with an incongruous glaze of 'class'. Years after seeing Taxi Driver, I was dumbstruck all over again at how sexually knowing Jodie Foster could be at the age of 13. (What a pity Kubrick had to film Lolita before SHE was around to do it justice!) Yet I still don't have a clue as to why Casotto was made, or what sort of twisted mind could have dreamed it up in the first place! It functions, if at all, as a tonier European warm-up for those gross-out American comedies that stormed the world 20 years later.Antonioni meets the Farrelly Brothers, anyone? Don't all rush at once.