WR ought be held in especially high esteem as far as countercultural cinematic UFOs from the late-60s / early 70s are concerned. It has a number of things going for it: 1) comes at the West, sure (what wasn't?), but also comes at the East in a way that nobody else was and which is totally instructive; 2) comes from a place that is learned; 3) is extremely wry; 4) finds the exact right from (which is no one else's).
This is the kind of comedy however that isn't so much laugh out loud, mostly because your jaw is on the floor for much of the viewing, either in something like shock or confusion, but more the kind that hits you on a sort of intellectual plane, or an emotional one. It's humor stems from its absurdity, which is so unique that it is hard to define or describe, but can be called surreal definitely.
The point is clear: sex is not only a good thing but a primal need that can unleash the "orgasm," a life energy. Repressive societies like our puritanical one or the communist one fear and suppress the orgasm with hero worship, abstractions, distractions, and police powers. Only the chosen ones get the rewards of sex. But these chosen ones have no clue what they are doing and, in the end, prefer destruction.
Fascinating and definitely radical as hell. I really liked the different mediums and methods Makavejev used to compose this very strange and very surreal cinematic essay. I suppose the political context of the film felt a little lost on me at times, but perhaps this can fixed with time. I'm definitely fascinated with seeing more films from Makavejev as this was certainly unlike much I've seen before.