Matteo Garrone’s Tale of Tales is fabulous in every sense; a freaky portmanteau film based on the folk myths collected and published by Neapolitan poet and scholar Giambattista Basile. It is gloriously mad, rigorously imagined, visually wonderful, erotic, hilarious and internally consistent. It immerses you in a complete created world. It is a masterpiece of black-comic bad taste and positive carnival of transgression. The secret is the deadpan seriousness with which everything is treated. Tale of Tales is a treat and Toby Jones is utterly superb as a conceited, melancholy and ridiculous king.