Journal d'un obsedé sexuel

I write about film professionally, but have never felt the drive to comment here. However, I read the previous viewer comment and was inspired. I stumbled on the thing much as the other writer did, and was similarly aghast. Probably deserves some special sort of recognition, and I'm happy to do my part in spreading the word. I can almost imagine this film being some sort of "Springtime for Hitler" -type scheme. It's text book bad. A must-see.