Third Pasolini film i’ve seen and my least favourite so far (others being The Gospel According to St Matthew and Salo). The new wave films of Italy, France, Czech etc. haven’t aged well. The amateur style may have looked fresh back then but only really looks incompetent now. And the dubbing that Italian films often employed is really annoying. Can’t say too much about the story as there isn’t really one. The usual boring themes of spirituality/divinity and class that you’d expect from Italia filmmakers at this time (and most other times) are the focus and plot is secondary. As with what seems the majority of art films, it’s tell not show. It’s boring. It’s just boring. 5/10