The amusingly blasphemous comedy “The Little Hours” is really just the same gag over and over — but it’s a good gag, robust enough to carry the film through its 90 minutes.
The gag? Fourteenth century nuns use the F-word a lot.
Mileage will vary viewer to viewer, but this gag never stopped working on me; the juxtaposition of the film’s ascetic aesthetic with its shameless potty mouth made for a decently indecent time at the movies.
For all its vulgarity, “The Little Hours” comes from reputable source material: Writer-director Jeff Baena used elements of “The Decameron,” Giovanni Boccaccio’s collection of novels, for the film’s rough outlines.
The story follows three medieval nuns — Alessandra (Alison Brie), Fernanda (Aubrey Plaza) and Ginevra (Kate Micucci) — living the chaste and simple life in a convent. They spend their days sewing, spying on each other and berating the peasant laborer. (Though Fernanda sneaks out at night