If there is such a thing as highbrow smut, this is it. A wealthy middle-aged couple gets their kicks from watching stag films with their teenage son (n-i-i-ice) and provide MST3K-style commentary 20 years BEFORE there was a Satellite of Love. When attending a local carnival, they think the female motorcyclist is one of the girls from the latest film, so they invite her back to their estate. Whatever they were expecting to happen goes off the rails and down the rabbit hole. Flashbacks, flash-forwards, flash-upside-downs, films-within-films, and a whole smorgasbord of surrealism takes hold. An instruction manual for jet engine repair written in Chinese would be easier to make sense of than this story, but hopefully that's the intention. There's enough consistent weirdness happening that I couldn't turn it off even through the slower bits, and at best it's a Kia going uphill. Mystery girl Silvana Venturelli looks amazingly similar to model Vendela which I count as a plus, but the son's horrible acting and Eric Forman hair warrant a minus. Here's a single-line alliterative review: backseat Bunuel with boobs.