Penthouse publisher Bob Guccione passed away earlier this week, and while he’ll be remembered for all sorts of exploits in the world of bad-but-not-quite-bad-enough taste, his production of the 1979 bomb of the century, “Caligula” was a spectacular failure on multiple fronts. As a biographical film, it’s pretty rotten. Since it’s also about as erotic as the ebola virus, one can only conclude the parties responsible (not limited to those who disavowed the movie upon release) had ingested world-record levels of cocaine during the 3 years it took to complete the monstrosity. And yet, here we are, 31 years later, remembering “Caligula”. RIP, Bob Sr.