My Name Is Zaawaadi is a war crime committed on celluloid, and you cannot look away. Long live the new flesh. Long live Rocco. Long live Zaawaadi.
This is not a film for everyone. The "gonzo" aesthetic will feel lazy to fans of polished productions (Deeper, Vixen). The lack of narrative will bore those who need foreplay. Furthermore, the power dynamics are uncomfortable. Even knowing it is consensual, watching a 60-year-old man slap a 20-something woman across the face while calling her a "dirty slut" in Italian requires a specific moral compartmentalization. The review body cannot ignore that for some viewers, this crosses the line from kink into misogyny. My Name Is Zaawaadi -Rocco Siffredi- Evil Angel...
This is essential viewing. It is the director returning to his roots while adapting to the modern era of #MeToo by creating a film where the female lead has more agency than any of his past "victims." For fans of Zaawaadi: This is her Citizen Kane . She will never top this level of raw exposure. For the casual viewer: Approach with caution. If you are squeamish about gag reflexes, bruising, or verbal degradation, avoid this. My Name Is Zaawaadi is a war crime