Is it coincidence or artistic circumstance when a rich and listless Italian family of three happens upon the lead actress from a smut film that they have just viewed? If reality is dictated by esteemed soft-skin director Radley Metzger, Momma, Poppa, and Momma's libidinally erupting son persuade the stacked and rapacious blonde to accompany them back to their countryside villa for an orgy of existential and surreal seduction. What is real? What is imagined? Where is the line that joins memory and fantasy? Why is it that all the deep places of the psyche are drenched with the imagery of skin sliding on skin? Considered by discriminating cineastes to be Metzger's masterpiece, The Lickerish Quartet (1970) is deliberately mind-blowing and intends to penetrate the viewer's head space as deeply as it does the seat of desire.