Late in arriving, but very well said by Elbert Ventura in The Australian: “Although everyone knows what they’re in for — ‘No nudity…no violence…unspeakable obscenity,’ as the tagline states — there is uncertainty about whether we all share the same threshold for outrage. At the outset, the first mentions of taboo sexual acts inspire a smattering of sniggers. As the movie keeps going and the language, impossibly, gets worse, the guffaws become less muted, the atmosphere less tentative. And on it goes, until, eventually, there is a collective mood of giddy surrender, as the Boschian depravities multiply at a rate too fast for sensibilities to be checked and upheld. That feeling of conspiratorial mischief gives The Aristocrats its giddy kick.”