Serking, a skid-row scrounger with a gray beard and with seat-sprung pants hanging down from his shrunken body, swigs from a bottle in a brown paper bag and sniffs like a stray dog at a succession of fat, mean, and sleazy women. The sleazier they are. the more he likes them... Ferreri uses his deadpan simplicity to bring out the infantilism of middle-aged macho clowns who know they're being infantile and getting high on excess but don't know how to grow up, and don't want to, anyway. There's genuine audacity and risk-taking in this movie. It may not have the energy of great art, but its nakedness has an aesthetic force.