Oh, Goody. Yet another stunningly pretentious, loathsomely arty piece of Euro-dreck. What there is of a plot concerns Jill Clayburgh, ludicrously cast as a world famous opera singer, and Matthew Barry as her 14 year old heroin addict son and her attempts to get him off the smack by screwing his brains out. Undoubtedly, the most beautifully photographed soft-core incest porn you'll ever see....also the most deadly dull. You'll love the scene where Clayburgh rubs Barry's penis through his jeans, mmmmm....appetizing, no? Obviously an epic piece of whacking material for Bertolucci, but just because he wanted to screw his mother......did he have to make a movie about it? Spare me, Bernardo.
Review of Luna
