The demesnes that there adjacent lie

OK, seriously: next time I think it would be "fun" to include a softcore porn example in a thematic project, will someone please remind me that two of the dozen or fewer Netflix rentals I've rated one star were this and the Chinese soccer flick I watched during the run-up to the World Cup? Only my residual academic curiosity and commitment could compel me to stay to the 96th minute.

The Verona project, part XIV, Sex Lives of Romeo and Juliet

Who (how old), when, how long? Forman Shane (porn actors don't have ages) and Deirdre Nelson, 1969 (OK, I guess the many Laugh In allusions, including far too many sock it to me's and beautiful downtown Veronas, are not the anachronisms I thought), 1½hrs.

What sort of R&J? Active and indiscriminate.

Seriocomic scale for first scene? Well, it's clearly supposed to be really funny . . .

"Wherefore": do the straight-to-videomakers know what it means? Nope, and they make it clear twice.

Carrion flies? Well, metaphorically and critically, it's swarming with 'em, but no.

Body count? This is kinda funny/interesting: I wouldn't want to go so far as to suggest that the "film" makers had any interest in adhering to Shakespeare's plot, but at some point it occurred to them that it would be useful to have Romeo banished (not banishèd), so we're told that he has (off-camera) suddenly killed Tybalt, who is never seen or otherwise heard of. Nobody else dies, though the titular (!) characters end the flick together in a closed casket, both having drunk Friar Laurence's potion, but now waking up and . . . oh, you get the idea.

What (else) is missing? Please.

What (else) is changed? Please, please.

What (else) is odd? Nothing so odd than that I watched the damn thing.

End-of-the-play exposition? No, I guess that's the best thing about it.