There was a time when this might have been considered a cool and humorous glimpse of sexual taboos. Alas, time has not been kind to this film which now is so dated, unprovocatively un-pc and simply not funny. Gene Wilder briefly brings a smile to the Sheep sketch but otherwise there are better ways to spend 90 minutes.
Woody Allen took the title and some of the chapter headings from a contemporary non fiction book addressing sexual anxiety and constructed a collection of comic sketches on the theme of erotic diversity. Time has taken the edge off how outrageous they once seemed, but that's partly because this was so influential.
It's Woody at his most farcical. There's little verbal wit. They are pastiches which operate on the edge of good taste; what we now call gross-out comedy. Like Gene Wilder's affair with a sheep. The characters explore their ludicrous fetishes and the actors play it very straight and the comedy is the contrast between the two.
My favourite episode is the one where where Woody and Louise Lasser engage in public sex, in a very close pastiche of the arthouse films of Michelangelo Antonioni. More typical is the Universal horror send up with the locals smothered to death by an enormous rampant breast.
It works because the cast gets the surreal tone of the comedy just right. Lynn Redgrave stands out as a medieval queen stuck in her chastity belt- having been given an aphrodisiac. It was a genre that arrived more fully with the National Lampoon franchise (such as Animal House) and The Kentucky Fried Movie in the late '70s.