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Here is man, the centre of the Universe we know.

The wicked and polymorphic being, as described by Freud.

The most self-contradictory one that exists...

part adult, part child, always at war with himself...

the beginning and the end of a world which is wrong.

But is the world at fault...

or is man wrong, because the world is?

A DOG'S LIFE TODAY

THE ATROCITIES CONTINUE

They're not coming out of a casino, where they've lost everything...

nor are they coming out of the tax office.

These people have rid themselves of their clothes

to follow a popular fashion: Nudism.

Man is born naked: This is the belief.

Nudism isn't a sport...

it's a religion...

with commandments.

It is said to be good for the skin and for the soul.

It all depends on what's hanging:

There are natural curves...

and other kinds, with cellulite on the hips, which are not so natural.

Nudists should come to these gyms, before undressing.

This sport is called body-building.

In actual fact nothing is built...

but you can keep the body you have in good shape.

Nothings sags here,

all muscles are taut.

All of them? The ones we can see!

Even though they are fighting, these two women...

are not rivals competing for a black hunk...

or fighting over the last box of washing-powder on special offer.

This is a nightclub in Paris...

and this is one of the many sex shows.

These two women are wrestling as part of the show.

The recipe is a simple one: You need a blonde and a brunette.

You make them fight in a ring for about half an hour.

When they're exhausted, you spray

them with tomato sauce and that's it.

This is more relaxing than housework for them.

These women have the same idea too:

They prefer being talented porn stars than perfect housewives.

We prefer them like this too.

Is it a tough job? Too bad!

If they want to drape themselves with fur, they have to undress.

It's warm in the studio anyway. But even if it weren't...

It's better to chatter your teeth than chat up men on street corners!

This woman has the shivers too... and the shakes...

first on one side, then the other, then both sides together.

It's the same dance she performs...

in a nightclub.

Tonight she's dancing for her friends who've come to visit her.

But these dancers aren't cut out to be mothers:

Babies like their milk stirred not shaken.

A different place, different women, a different kind of job.

This is the Gulf of Tagoru, on the Pacific Ocean...

and these women risk their lives everyday.

They eat a lot before going in the water...

to keep their strength up during the long swim.

The chubbier they are, they better they are for the job.

A body with a greater amount of adipose tissue...

can stand the cold better.

Before diving in, they get dressed:

Their shirts protect them in these cold, deep waters.

Despite the eating, not one of them has ever died from congestion.

The women who fish in the Pacific only die due to sharks.

The sea bears many fruits, but the women have to look for them.

They're not fishing for pearls or fish but seaweed...

like other poor women...

who pick wild chicory in the fields.

If they reach the age of 30, they look like they're 100.

Yet the seaweed is rejuvenating.

But other women, who are fat and wealthy...

have massages with the fresh seaweed full of iodine.

The women who fish in the Pacific are just like the other women...

but the former, forced to eat large amounts of food...

lose their figures, so that the others can improve theirs.

Isn't this a dog's life?

Another way of fighting obesity is to jog.

We work hard at work and after work.

And when we work hard, we sweat...

to sweat off the excesses of our consumerism.

Jogging is believed to be good for the heart

but it seems the heart itself doesn't agree with this:

Occasionally it stops working at the top of the hill.

Death, the final chapter of life,

the greatest stage of all...

the dramatic event where man regains his dignity...

a dignity which other men...

are able to crush yet again.

South America. The police stops a

boat which is heading for the U.S.A.

The body arouses suspicion

so it is sent to the Legal Medicine Institute for an autopsy.

It is spine-chilling evidence...

but all the same...

you have the right to know about it

and it's our duty to show it to you.

The body's sternum has been completely stitched together

and the two experts hurriedly re-open it.

The content is disturbing.

There's a fortune crammed inside this man's chest:

100 sachets full of pure heroin.

This is Bombay...

this is not a sport.

The problem here is how to fill stomachs.

Indians are honest people: They wash their dirty linen in public.

Even men do the washing. They are stronger than women...

and don't waste time gossiping.

But among the workers...

there's also someone who's work-shy.

Never mind! It's the same the whole world over.

In the East a different sport is considered to be beneficial.

To get rid of a fat belly...

they lie on their backs, keeping shoulders and legs off the ground,

while having a weight put on their abdomens.

These karate experts, the famed Japanese martial art...

are allowed to train on the streets.

They use sandals weighing 5kg per foot...

to practice the forbidden kick.

This is not like our kickbacks, but more like a kick in the gob.

Kicking in Karate is forbidden.

There are 3 types of lethal blows:

Under the nose, in the throat and in the neck.

They'll never use them, but they know how to.

This is all it takes to keep possible rivals at bay.

Karate is a fancy sport and these men all fancy themselves.

How do we know this?

Here's how... They go home like this, in order to get noticed...

but they change route each time. But who knows...?

They could come across drawing pins scattered on the street.

Chinese pranks are played in Japan too.

Other brave men go to "The Well of Death"...

an upside down launching pad:

Instead of going up, the men hurl themselves down.

A quick glance into the abyss...

then down they go!

It seems to take ages to reach the putrid water.

This is not a sport, but an act of bravery.

Occasionally someone dies.

This is an unusual sport.

It's called "pato" and is played in the pampas.

The players are real gauchos...

just like the live duck...

they use to play the match is.

It's a sport which no one benefits from, least of all the duck.

The match goes on

until the poor creature dies.

The winning team aims to kill it...

the other team aims to keep it alive until the score is even.

The same game can be played with any animal.

Except maybe a porcupine wouldn't be a good choice.

The gauchos don't seem too fond of needles.

The Japanese, on the other hand, use needles to cure ills:

They use resin to heat the needles they push into the skin.

The burn which heals is not the one we can see...

but the one the needle leaves on the nerve cells.

Needles began the trend which is called acupuncture...

and tattoos have become a form of art.

It's an act of vanity which requires

courage and resistance to pain.

One session can last up to 90 minutes.

The needle pierces the skin more than 100 times a minute

leaving ink in each hole it makes.

The ink is highly toxic.

The patient is then bedridden due to the high fever.

Some don't recover from the fever and so die.

They don't go to heaven or hell...

but to a very special gallery.

Is it an art gallery? No! It's a gallery of idiots.

Tattoos are very popular in the East

even with women.

The prostitutes use them as gimmicks.

The designs they choose can have symbolic meaning

but above all they are used to attract the attention of clients

especially those with sexually perverse tendencies.

Tattoos are forbidden because they are risky...

unhygienic and represent criminality.

Moreover they are expensive and must be recorded in passports.

Distinguishing features: "Classical art".

The most sought after design is of the great Utamaro.

Tattoos are not only expensive but also permanent.

If they can't be removed by laser...

the only method is to be skinned alive.

This is a good way of getting rid of a tattoo.

But this isn't Japan, it's Saciva.

Here pythons are considered to be a delicacy.

The care taken in skinning them alive makes the meat more tender.

But the python isn't happy about this.

The Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Association intervened...

and came into conflict with the Human Rights Association.

In this area there are many pythons.

If they weren't eaten, they would eat the Chinese!

So, catch those pythons!

They are fried or boiled, but we don't know what they taste like.

The experts say they taste like moray...

so if you like moray, you'll like python too.

This shop belongs to one of the last remaining medicine men.

We're sure to find snakes here.

This man's job is like a cross between

a pharmacist and a gastronomy expert.

His most popular concoctions with his clients...

have been sent down through generations.

The goods on these shelves have not been modified in any way.

A monkey's head when grated...

provides energy and acts as a tonic.

In certain areas of Japan...

it is used in the same way as pig's femur is in Italy

also known as prosciutto.

The medicine man's real speciality is another one though:

He can cure nervous breakdowns

and boost your love life. Look...

It's a simple recipe you can make at home too.

What are the ingredients?

Two live snakes, a pair of scissors and a cup.

It is believed there's no better remedy for regaining virility.

Knock it back!

Drink some snake's blood and you'll feel as strong as a bull.

Bullfighting has been around since the 11 th Century.

People think the bull is irritated by the cape.

It becomes angry and tries to get the bullfighter. That's wrong!

Let's see the bullfight from the bull's point of view.

It sees a sequinned man...

desperately trying to put his red cape on...

so it tries to go and help him.

If he happens to get butted by the horns, it's not the bull's fault!

To feel as strong as a bull you should drink snake's blood.

So if you drink bull's blood, how will you feel?

Like a bullfighter for sure!

From bull's horns to reindeer horns.

Horns represent manliness.

The bigger an animal's horns, the manlier it is.

But for man being horny is quite a different thing.

This is Lapland, near the Pole...

in Santa Claus's parking zone.

Laplanders are friendly.

But with vampire-like tendencies to gain virility...

they slit the reindeer's throat

like the Japanese do to snakes.

The blood drunk directly from the throat

is considered to be an aphrodisiac.

This is what the Laplanders believe

and they drink to the animal's death.

They make sure no blood is wasted.

Oops! A hair!

Alcohol makes you legless, but blood gives you a leg up.

Reindeer's blood boosts your love life.

The Laplanders have a laugh but Santa is really pissed off!

If you can't stand the sight of blood, go to Dr. Akafune's shop.

He says a cream can work much better than animal blood.

Fair enough. A tube of cream fits in your pocket...

whereas a snake, a reindeer or a bull doesn't.

To avoid embarrassment the customer sits behind a curtain.

This way he can speak freely.

Dr. Akafune is very discreet.

First he listens to the sin, then he takes a look at the sinner.

Trivialities...

Everything is explained very clearly.

This one has a 12-hour effect. It's good for widows.

This other one lasts 6 hours, with young girls.

This one is for mistresses, not more than 3 hours.

And this one is for your wife, half an hour.

Go ahead and choose.

What are you supposed to do without Dr. Akafune?

Does he believe in celibacy? Not at all!

They don't know what Gerovital is here...

and snakes, bulls or reindeers are not available...

but they have another kind of tonic. Look...

At the age of 30, sucking the blood is enough...

but at 60, he needs to do more than that.

I don't think a live tortoise...

tastes as good as an oyster!

But they are believed to be more of an aphrodisiac.

To be more advantaged

man takes advantage of these animals.

But why make all these sacrifices?

For this, obviously!

And what do women do? Everything they can.

They have set-backs too.

This one, for example, is frigid.

She believes a massage, as recommended by the therapist...

will arouse her senses.

Frigidity is a consequence of the alienation, which surrounds us.

To understand the reasons we should

look at taboo subjects, at religion.

Women often don't claim what is

rightfully theirs as human beings...

who are intent on seeking desire, satisfaction and fulfilment,

so they're unable to overcome

their fear of taboo subjects.

On the other hand, on these temples...

the bas-reliefs clearly depict...

erotic images which are very explicit.

Mothers bring their children here.

It's an educational outing.

They want their children to know about physical love.

Whereas we take our children to zoos...

then when they're older...

they need therapy for their sexual hang-ups.

Some seek help through faith...

hoping to be miraculously cured.

It's easy to guess what divinity is worshipped in this temple.

You can plead for a child, for your husband to come back...

or to experience an orgasm for the first time.

These votive offerings...

show that this method can be successful.

Leave no stone unturned.

If it doesn't work, there's always another option:

Joining a women's only private club.

Members can enjoy themselves in small rooms.

If this isn't the right solution...

the self-service option is available.

Now we're touching a sore point!

This is the forbidden city of Balti, in China.

There aren't any therapy centres for sexual problems here.

People go to the healers.

This woman doesn't feel horny anymore. She's not bothered...

but her husband insisted on her having a check-up.

The remedy is the same for all problems.

This is it.

Putting the mouse so close to your mouth puts you in a state of shock.

This can arouse your senses.

What's sure is you'll be shocked!

But the mouse is scared too.

It hangs by a thread near the monster's mouth...

a dark and smelly cave, which seems like a doorway to hell.

The woman feels horny again, the mouse feels like dying.

Yes, it's a swastika...

but don't get the wrong idea, here it is the symbol

of the Jainist people.

In other countries animals are butchered...

but here life is a divine right which must not be violated.

They cover their mouths...

so that when breathing, they don't swallow and kill...

any tiny living creature.

The temple in Maarazta is the most famous.

It's dedicated to peace and love...

for all men.

Their first commandment says killing is forbidden.

Even though we see the swastika these people are true pacifists.

They follow a strict vegetarian diet.

Their speciality is stew.

But this is not like Irish stew!

It's a stew made with flowers

following an ancient recipe.

The animal treated with the most care

is the white elephant. It's

considered to be a marvellous creature.

To entertain it...

during the idle days, in Thailand...

they even dance for it.

The elephant enjoys this a lot.

The dancers are beautiful.

They gracefully swing their hips...

while it swings his tail.

They give it naughty looks,

and it swings his tail some more.

Then it gets worked-up. They try in vain to calm it down.

Blood rushes to its head. It's turned on.

Who wouldn't be? But it's not allowed. It's sacred.

To calm it down, they give it a cold shower.

These animals...

have no respect for the dead.

This is being taken to the watery Indian graves.

A body awaits its turn.

The vultures await their turn too.

As soon as the body reaches the water they'll devour it.

This filthy water is used as a cemetery.

Yet people wash here and drink the water.

They thank the gods for the Ganges...

which brings life.

The funeral chants join in with the sound of the vultures.

They are horrid black creatures, that ferociously squabble over...

their prey which floats in the Ganges

The vultures thrive off this macabre death ritual.

Look what else is hanging around: Vampires.

It's rare to see so many giant bats.

Animal lovers say bats only suck mangoes.

That's not true. They suck human blood too...

and not only from the dead.

Nobody knows if their blood

really is an aphrodisiac.

In Malaysia, people fish in this way, without using any bait.

They reach down into the mud and pull out the fish.

These aren't fish you plant then pick.

They are ordinary fish, born in clear water.

The secret of this miracle is the underground rivers.

Now and again they vanish leaving behind mud and fish.

Mud is good for your health and your skin too.

It's not good for these fish that end up being barbecued...

in some expensive restaurant.

Americans have fast-food...

but in Japan there's sexy-food.

This restaurant's speciality is the plate you eat from.

Obviously, the food is cold.

Boiled meat and soup aren't on the menu.

This part is delicious.

One last sip, then the grand finale.

The last one to finish can lick the plate...

but also pays the bill.

Pork meat is the speciality here...

but the real pigs are these older American girls:

A spinster full of money she never spent on her wedding...

a widow who got her dear departed's insurance money...

What are these cheery women after?

Come on, you big black hunk, show us your goods!

Even whales have a heart.

After their feed, they want to have a feel.

Time for beddy-byes!

In this place they go to bed on empty stomachs.

These Indians lie on the ground for the night.

The nights are hot and a roof isn't necessary.

The roofs are shitty here anyway.

Precisely.

The material used is produced by the cows.

They each make a type of cement.

They women sort out the different types.

They make bricks with it and dry them out in the sun.

It's a tough job. Once dried...

the cow's product is used to build houses.

They say Indian cows are thin because they don't eat.

Rubbish! They eat loads!

They simply empty their bowels often...

New houses are needed!

Building houses is big business here too.

Cows walk freely in the road.

People give them treats and touch them as a sign of devotion.

Just touch it, but don't stroke it, that's going too far!

Touch the animal with your

fingertips then touch your forehead.

Monuments have been built in devotion to the cow.

People go to these places to make offerings.

The cows go to the temples...

much to the faithful followers' joy and to supply...

the streams of urine where the sick...

get their dose of medicine.

Devoted people try to attract the sacred cow to their homes.

When this happens, it's a family celebration.

An ancient ritual takes place in its honour.

Blessed be your house if the sacred cow visits.

As long as the cow lives, the building trade won't suffer.

It's a different story in the West.

This is one of the world's largest markets.

120,000 animals will be slaughtered today.

They'd make lots of houses in India! But we kill them.

Their destiny awaits them.

The freezing water they're washed with is a warning.

It's the first and last shower of their lives.

This way they're washed and also pushed towards the butcher.

We can rest assured there'll be no lack of steak!

In developed countries people sleep in comfortable...

and well-designed houses.

They're nothing like the shitty Indian houses.

In this Japanese hotel...

for commuters unable to go home...

there are specially designed rooms.

They look like burial niches, don't they?

So it's better to sleep outdoors...

and dream alongside the rags.

We don't know what the Indians dream about.

They don't need Freud to analyse their dreams...

a dietician could do the job.

The morning sun doesn't shine through windows.

An extra 5 minutes of sleep is irresistible here too...

where it's impossible to jump out of bed.

Once up, it's time to have a wash.

All Indians, even the poorest one...

treat themselves to a hair wash, a massage...

and a pedicure.

The body must be looked after...

as it contains the soul.

Some go over the top: Like the bonzes.

They shave to make themselves ugly, as a way of refusing...

materialistic matters.

The bonzes, following a 2,500 year-old commandment...

are as sacred as Buddha.

When they're 20, they have religious

service like the Italian military one.

Their days...

are spent meditating to reach enlightenment.

They'd give up their lives for this too.

This mother isn't upset because her son has shaved his head.

Bonzes don't belong to their families.

Their mothers can go and see them

but must act as if visiting an altar.

Bonzes aren't even allowed to smile at their mothers.

Family relationships are different in the Giara tribe.

These children are destined to be beggars.

To make them look believable, parents twist their limbs...

every day, one limb at a time.

A spine-chilling and secret practice

filmed thanks to a telephoto lens.

It's a pain for the children, but also for the parents.

They beat drums to cover up the cries.

That's all they can do for them.

This shows what a desperate state certain people live in.

One day they'll be deformed like him.

They'll be able to live on charity. It's the only future they have.

The luckiest ones become acrobats.

Where is Heaven?

Hell's here, on the tip of this stick.

He started as a child too.

Now he's no longer scared of walking the rope:

If he falls, he can't break his legs.

He doesn't have any.

Is it a hen or a hedgehog? You decide.

He goes onto his father's back...

but his father lives off his back.

This man chose a different career.

Poverty-stricken India elects its Mr. Muscle.

The women think of their skinny husbands and scowl...

with envy!

In the same way only few can afford to stretch their minds...

here few can stretch their muscles.

Poor people can't afford to go to the gym.

And so they wouldn't be able to have a body like this.

He's the winner. His girlfriend's a bit jealous.

"Go on, cover up!"

Here the birthday suit is required.

This is a public toilet in Kyoto.

We'd be embarrassed, they're not!

If you happen to come here...

don't think of wearing a swimming costume.

They'd think,

"What's that man got to hide?"

Following tradition they bathe in these big tubs.

They massage each other with no hint of eroticism.

The temperature of the water is 50�C and this weakens them.

If you're after something sinful, there are other baths.

Like this one.

Here you can find some sinful things!

Prices are high.

Those who can't afford it make do with a rubber substitute.

Results are guaranteed.

He's not complaining!

Not all massages are like this one.

In the West some naughty women...

sell themselves as masseuses...

so when a tourist sees the sign "Massage", he thinks of sex.

But these masseuses know how to...

walk all over clients.

Did you want to sin? This is your punishment.

Here massages are taken seriously...

and carried out by trained specialists.

Everything is taken seriously in the East.

See for yourselves.

It's a terrible ritual, seen for first time on film.

The members of this sect are tough and cruel.

To become a member, they have to cut off their fingers off.

The more phalanges are missing, the higher the grade.

Who has 3 phalanges missing...

means they've undergone this torture 3 times.

He is a chief and must be obeyed.

If you're squeamish, look away.

The bravery is in not making a sound when it gets cut off.

The useless act of butchery has been carried out.

Had the P2 Masonic lodge initiation ritual been like this...

Gelli certainly wouldn't have found any followers.

The members' list is hidden in the archive.

Yet the accounts are in full view:

Containing only the membership fees.

This is still Japan

where the finger is used for its therapeutic qualities.

According to the doctors in Tokyo...

to cure impotency...

all you have to do is put a finger there where the sun doesn't shine.

The best one is the ring finger.

It's important to hit the target the first time out.

Otherwise it hurts like hell!

But the patient can take a fancy to this and start fancying men.

Like this young man, to get off his backside...

and get on the straight and narrow he uses electric shocks.

"Women, yes... Men, no".

There's a religious alternative to science for people too.

People with problems come here to pray.

"Let me be blessed with a big one..."

"Let it be as hard as rock... Amen".

A petrol pump shaped like a phallus stands in front of a restaurant...

which offers to fill you up.

If this still isn't enough, you have

to resort to the operating theatre.

This small tube guarantees enough stiffness to satisfy a woman.

But if things go wrong...

don't go to the urologist, you need a plumber!

Plumbers are hard to find and costly.

We don't have alternative solutions.

You could swing the other way, it's not that bad.

They're dolling themselves up for the sailors who arrive

with small boats on the coasts of the Arabian sea.

They're waiting for the monsoon to rescue them.

Then they'll seek employment on a cruise ship...

and they'll entertain the passengers

like this oriental boy is doing.

We suggested to him to move to Paris or Rome...

but he declined the offer.

"Too much competition", he replied in a coquettish way.

Things aren't that different in the East.

In this nightclub, geisha girls have been substituted...

by men who imitate them.

Some are unsuccessful actors...

from the famous Kabuki theatre.

Others are true homosexuals.

They dress up like geishas...

cunningly and gracefully acting out their roles,

showing their talent for singing and dancing.

They work till dawn

then go back to being men.

Homosexuality and transvestism are so widespread

that the manufacturing trade has turned it into big business.

This shop had everything a gay man

could need to dress up as a woman...

his friend and foe.

Dresses, wigs, fake boobs, underwear...

Once he's bought the goods, he can go upstairs...

where specialists dress him and do his make-up.

But every homosexual's dream is Casablanca.

Bogart left his heart there, in Casablanca.

This man is going to leave something else there.

The king is dead. Long live the king!

What king? Long live the queen!

Just another little snip and the miracle is complete.

The buttocks provide the tissue used in the reconstruction.

They lose a bit of behind to get something up front.

You can't have everything!

The result is amazing...

but it's not over yet.

Like new cars, they too need to be run in...

and be serviced regularly.

The pressure should be 2 for long journeys...

In order for the combustion chamber

to allow the piston to enter...

the cylinder's walls need to kept the same distance apart.

A sort of flight test is carried out...

using a bird with wings of steel.

This is the final award:

A certificate which reintroduces the homosexual into society.

Anyone could happen to go with a "she" that was a "he"...

without realising. It's no big deal!

You'd be worse off if you found a woman

who wanted to kill two birds with one stone.

That'd really be a let-down.

It'd be hard to know when to give and when to take.

All that we've seen brings with it promiscuity...

which along with drugs...

is helping to spread a terrifying virus: AIDS.

What you're about to see is one of the 2,400 AIDS victims...

in the USA in 1984.

He's the only one to ever have been filmed.

A sight which needs no commentary.

To conclude we've chosen a special subject.

To end with a flourish we chose pornography.

We went to see a porn film in the making.

Why? Well, why not?

What is pornography really?

Look it up in the dictionary...

Ask a language expert...

he'll have a hard time telling you...

Iosing himself in a web of words.

There's no doubt that love can overcome anything.

Everything is allowed... Anything goes...

Even meeting your lover on the roof of a house.

No need to worry.

Even if they may fall while having sex...

the director has thought of everything.

Great care is taken to get the actors...

to give their best and keep their mind on the job.

In our opinion, pornography and its awful reputation

along with its questionable tastes...

is the only thing which man can do...

without harming anyone, be it filmed, written about or practised.

It uses the tools nature has provided.

Nothing here is obscene.

What we saw previously was obscene...

and has convinced us that this world really has gone to the dogs.

We're sorry for the dogs, but that's our opinion.