My first Pasolini. I really enjoyed this more on an intellectual level, but there were several entertaining sequences. I love the idea explored here of the bourgeoisie being disrupted by an outside source that forces them to confront ideas they had previously been sheltered from. In a weird way it reminded me of 2001 but instead of human evolution it's self and class consciousness, and instead of a monolith it's sexy Terence Stamp. One scene I particularly loved was the son, after being awoken as an artist, paranoid that he'll be exposed as a fraud (something I believe all artists confront at some point).