If the Marquis de Sade and Georges Bataille ever got together, banged out a screenplay and co-directed a film, it'd probably look a lot like Albert Serra's LIBERTÉ. An atmospheric and disturbing journey into a night of debauchery with a gang of rim-jobbing, golden-showering, spank-happy libertines, who are apparently on a mission to be the filthiest group of bastards to ever don the powdered wig. One of the best of 2019, and one that I can't recommend to 99.7% of the people I know. Also, I'm going to need to repent and find some brain bleach, pronto.
Review of Liberté
