Sinfonia Erotica, also known as "Symphony of Love" or "Erotic Symphony," is a 1980 Italian erotic drama film directed by Gianluigi Calderone. The film stars George Eastman, Anita Ekberg, and Monica Van der Water.
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Martine discovers her husband, Armando, is openly living with a male lover.
Sinfonia Erotica, also known as "Symphony of Love" or "Erotic Symphony," is a 1980 Italian erotic drama film directed by Gianluigi Calderone. The film stars George Eastman, Anita Ekberg, and Monica Van der Water.
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Martine discovers her husband, Armando, is openly living with a male lover.
