There's no fruit in looking at Conquest as a Christ parable, but there's endless fruit in looking at The Passion of the Christ as a big - budget version of an
exploitation / snuff
film, packed to the rafters with disturbing suggestions about societal order (gays suffer a lot at the hands of Gibson's fantasies — women, mostly, at Fulci's), and flying in under the radar of social acceptability where Fulci's
films have been relegated to the
fanatic's collection and the last independent movie store in your state.