I confess...I'm a sucker for the somewhat neglected movie genre of "hooker-meets-sex-addict."
All I had to read was the first paragraph of Ken Eisner's Georgia Straight review of "Shame" when I immediately phoned a sex-positive acquaintance and invited her to the movie last night—hoping it would get the juices dripping from her panties.
Eisner's first paragraph reads, in part: "Shame is here to tell you that there just might be a downside to having indiscriminate sex with hookers and pickups..." (GS, Dec 8 - 15, p 68)
A downside? Well, I didn't really see much of a downside for a single, well-heeled guy who takes safe-sex precautions—but I'm always willing to be enlightened.
Eisner then goes on to thrash the movie for its "shallow sermonizing." Indeed, Shame wasn't the kind of erotic turn-on to make my lady fondle my cock in the dark of the cinema, though the movie has some unusually raw and real scenes.
The reality is, quite a few guys in this world jerk off, they watch porn, they try to pick up hotties and occasionally even pay money for sex. In this sense, the movie could help women understand what goes on inside men.
Taking a date or your significant other to this movie should give rise to fruitful discussion—and you'll probably come away looking good, because the main protagonist (played by Michael Fassbender) is a rather extreme example of a horny bastard.
Where the movie falls apart, in my humble opinion, is when it tries to show what can happen when the culture poisons Don Juan's enjoyment of his sexuality. In the process, the movie totally fails to show non-monogamous sex as something potentially happy, playful, light-hearted—and feeds into prevailing anti-sex stereotypes, by making promiscuity appear to be intrinsically destructive, of oneself and others.
The anti-hero protagonist ends up feeling such "shame" about his out-of-control sexuality that he suffers impotence with a superhot black co-worker; has trouble orgasming during a juicy threesome with an Asian and a blonde; and irrationally provokes another hottie's boyfriend into beating him up. He also acts out his bisexual impulses—which, in the context, seem to carry a sternly negative stigma.
The protagonist's self-sabotage comes across, not as the culture's fault for making a highly-sexed individual feel guilty about adventurous fantasies, but as the result of inevitable guilt and shame that will, sooner or later, haunt any erotic hedonist in his attempted exploits. Crazy, conservative stuff.
The absolute nadir of this movie is near the end: the gratuitously gory scene of the protagonist's scatterbrained sister slashing her wrists because he "selfishly" insisted she find her own place rather than crowding him out of his apartment. After that scene, it took some doing to convince my female companion that the night was young, and erotic play might still be fun.
Still—overall, I recommend this movie for some entertaining moments of gritty action, as well as an attempt to address an important theme. The protagonist, a self-absorbed solo traveller obsessed with sex yet afraid of intimacy, represents a not too uncommon type in today's Western society.
The movie rightly, if clumsily, suggests downsides to this approach to life.
All I had to read was the first paragraph of Ken Eisner's Georgia Straight review of "Shame" when I immediately phoned a sex-positive acquaintance and invited her to the movie last night—hoping it would get the juices dripping from her panties.
Eisner's first paragraph reads, in part: "Shame is here to tell you that there just might be a downside to having indiscriminate sex with hookers and pickups..." (GS, Dec 8 - 15, p 68)
A downside? Well, I didn't really see much of a downside for a single, well-heeled guy who takes safe-sex precautions—but I'm always willing to be enlightened.
Eisner then goes on to thrash the movie for its "shallow sermonizing." Indeed, Shame wasn't the kind of erotic turn-on to make my lady fondle my cock in the dark of the cinema, though the movie has some unusually raw and real scenes.
The reality is, quite a few guys in this world jerk off, they watch porn, they try to pick up hotties and occasionally even pay money for sex. In this sense, the movie could help women understand what goes on inside men.
Taking a date or your significant other to this movie should give rise to fruitful discussion—and you'll probably come away looking good, because the main protagonist (played by Michael Fassbender) is a rather extreme example of a horny bastard.
Where the movie falls apart, in my humble opinion, is when it tries to show what can happen when the culture poisons Don Juan's enjoyment of his sexuality. In the process, the movie totally fails to show non-monogamous sex as something potentially happy, playful, light-hearted—and feeds into prevailing anti-sex stereotypes, by making promiscuity appear to be intrinsically destructive, of oneself and others.
The anti-hero protagonist ends up feeling such "shame" about his out-of-control sexuality that he suffers impotence with a superhot black co-worker; has trouble orgasming during a juicy threesome with an Asian and a blonde; and irrationally provokes another hottie's boyfriend into beating him up. He also acts out his bisexual impulses—which, in the context, seem to carry a sternly negative stigma.
The protagonist's self-sabotage comes across, not as the culture's fault for making a highly-sexed individual feel guilty about adventurous fantasies, but as the result of inevitable guilt and shame that will, sooner or later, haunt any erotic hedonist in his attempted exploits. Crazy, conservative stuff.
The absolute nadir of this movie is near the end: the gratuitously gory scene of the protagonist's scatterbrained sister slashing her wrists because he "selfishly" insisted she find her own place rather than crowding him out of his apartment. After that scene, it took some doing to convince my female companion that the night was young, and erotic play might still be fun.
Still—overall, I recommend this movie for some entertaining moments of gritty action, as well as an attempt to address an important theme. The protagonist, a self-absorbed solo traveller obsessed with sex yet afraid of intimacy, represents a not too uncommon type in today's Western society.
The movie rightly, if clumsily, suggests downsides to this approach to life.
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