Porcile is one of those films that gets under your skin, and you're not sure why. The storyline unfolds in a style that is typically atypical of Pasolini; the tale of a college-aged son of a former Nazi isolating himself from everyone else (while encountering feelings that lend the film its title) is intertwined with that of a cannibalistic hermit from the Middle Ages. What results is a parallelistic criticism of modern society, not unlike Pasolini's earlier Teorema. The ending, which leaves an impact (although the actions take place off camera), is understated but undeniably chilling. Overall: 9/10
