Sadomanía (el infierno de la pasión)

Franco films my dreams, albeit in a dismal B-movie way, so his work has no value in cinema. The only other similar, generally respected film along these lines is Saló, but it goes too far and is rather more disgusting and evil than entertaining. Franco takes a lighter approach, with a lecherous smile and with the playfully cheap southern carelessness becoming his irresistible asset. The Eurotrash opuses of his filmography always get two stars at most, but I still enjoy watching them – once in three years, each time with at least two breaks of a few days. (24.12.2019)