Anybody who thinks that Paul Verhoeven used to make "serious" films before he came to the States should be in for a rude awakening. This is nothing but a pleasantly daft exploitation movie, in which beefy sculptor Rutger and his lady love hare around the Netherlands having a lot of sex and generally being wild, young and free. About two thirds of the way through, somebody realises that it ought to have a story, so the girl inexplicably leaves him and then contracts a mysterious illness. Rutger goes to a dinner party, at which he throws up in not one but two different people's faces. Then there's a fair amount of sobbing to get through before it all shudders to a halt. All good fun, but for these eyes, Verhoeven had to hit America to produce the nihilistic majesty that is Robocop and Starship Troopers.
Review of Turkish Delight
