The Ribald Tales Of Canterbury -1985- -classic- May 2026

The climax of the film—narratively, at least—is not a sex scene. It is a storytelling competition between the Nun and the Pardoner. The Nun (a doe-eyed young woman with braces, which she keeps hidden behind a wimple) tells a pious, boring tale about a saint who turns down a demon’s offer of a magic goat. The pilgrims boo. The Pardoner then tells a wild, incoherent story about a fake relic—a jar containing “the last fart of the Angel Gabriel”—that causes a village to riot. It is absurdist, surreal, and ends with the Pardoner himself laughing so hard he forgets his lines and simply points at the camera and says, “Ah, hell, you get it.”

The first tale belongs to the Carpenter, a nervous, sweaty man played by a character actor who would later find fame as a mortician on a daytime soap. His story, “The Milled Key,” is a slapstick disaster about a locksmith’s wife and a traveling juggler that devolves into a custard pie fight and an accidental nudist parade. It is shot with the grace of a public access show and the audio quality of a drive-thru speaker. Yet, it is strangely charming. When the juggler drops his flaming batons into the locksmith’s trousers, the resulting chase scene is pure, unadulterated Looney Tunes with nudity. The Ribald Tales Of Canterbury -1985- -Classic-

The clerk, a bored philosophy dropout named Lenny, always told customers the same thing: “It’s not porn. I mean, it is porn, but it’s also… Shakespeare for perverts. With tits.” And for the faithful few who rented it, he wasn’t wrong. The climax of the film—narratively, at least—is not

The film opens not with a fanfare, but with a crackle of static and the warble of a cheap synthesizer attempting to sound like a lute. The year is 1387, or at least, a version of 1387 that only existed in the minds of Los Angeles filmmakers who had never left the San Fernando Valley. The Canterbury Road is a painted backdrop of rolling hills and cardboard trees. The Tabard Inn is a soundstage decorated with plastic barrels and a stuffed boar’s head that winks. The pilgrims boo