
Ettore Scola, Brutti, sporchi e cattivi, 1976
Black comedies don't get any blacker than this - and I wouldn't watch it right after dinner if I were you: Giacinto giving himself a gastric lavage using a bicycle pump is as harrowing as it is grotesquely hilarious. An unremittingly bleak vision of humanity indeed: there's absolutely nobody in the film who isn't filthy, vicious and amoral, with the possible exception of the girl in the yellow boots who has to go out for water each morning. But, as the last scene of the film makes heartbreakingly clear, it's a cycle of horror destined to repeat itself from generation to generation. Yikes.













