Glenn Erickson wrote:
Called in turn a Dutch Love Story, a horrible mess of tastelessness, and great art, Turkish Delight was made by a filmmaker dedicated to the concept of shock. This is as earthy as honest filmmaking gets: Billy Wilder in interviews claimed that interaction between real lovers doesn’t stop at bourgeois niceties (such as Marlene Dietrich spitting toothpaste in her lover’s face in A Foreign Affair) but here Paul Verhoeven goes full out with an intimate relationship seemingly without borders. Most bodily functions get involved; Verhoeven’s philosophy seems to be that real commitment is messy, and he wastes no opportunity to rub our noses in this fact.
This insistence on in-your-face, blunt depictions of all kinds of activity (some not so ‘shocking’, just unexpected) does make Turkish Delight fascinating. It starts with full frontal male nudity & masturbation and goes on from there – and the really ‘shocking’ thing is that with all the ‘nasty’ content, the film never seems exploitative or less credible than any other intimate romance. Just more honest … ? And certainly more messy. Read More »