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Finally saw Short Bus (by wandering into the neighbor's apartment and going, oh, hey, that's a lot of nakedness on your tv! and sitting down.) I highly recommend this movie. I also desperately want to vid it, though that will probably destroy its effectiveness as porn. Here I will also spare a mention for the awkwardness of watching quite so much nakedness with people I don't know 100% well (such is college-style living?). I was very self-conscious about when and how much I laughed.
I thought it was beautifully filmed, well-characterized, and adorable, and if you can't watch normal porn, this might be the movie for you, because, jesus, hot. You know, it's so rare to see the gaze of a camera focused on people I consider attractive, or, moreover, on the parts of people I consider attractive (hands, shoulders, arms, hair, smiles). The wikipedia page talks about how John Cameron Mitchell was trying to move past using other things as metaphors for sex to using sex as metaphors for what's going on with the characters; I've often wondered if cinema will ever get to that stage, so it was nice to see someone try and succeed so successfully.
I want to mention, too, that I've been getting frustrated lately with how human bodies don't appear on film; the idea that parts of the human body are inherently so sexually charged that we can never ever see them, or the idea that because a scene, bodypart, or action is sexual it will have some sort of immediate, morally negative influence on the viewer - that bothers me. This movie was a nice antidote.
On a shallower level, everyone in that movie had really good tattoos, even Stalker Boy. I hear older and more staid people bemoaning "what's the world going to be like when everyone's got a tattoo?". Well, apparently, it will be more aesthetically pleasing when they've all got their clothes off, so that problem's solved.
I thought it was beautifully filmed, well-characterized, and adorable, and if you can't watch normal porn, this might be the movie for you, because, jesus, hot. You know, it's so rare to see the gaze of a camera focused on people I consider attractive, or, moreover, on the parts of people I consider attractive (hands, shoulders, arms, hair, smiles). The wikipedia page talks about how John Cameron Mitchell was trying to move past using other things as metaphors for sex to using sex as metaphors for what's going on with the characters; I've often wondered if cinema will ever get to that stage, so it was nice to see someone try and succeed so successfully.
I want to mention, too, that I've been getting frustrated lately with how human bodies don't appear on film; the idea that parts of the human body are inherently so sexually charged that we can never ever see them, or the idea that because a scene, bodypart, or action is sexual it will have some sort of immediate, morally negative influence on the viewer - that bothers me. This movie was a nice antidote.
On a shallower level, everyone in that movie had really good tattoos, even Stalker Boy. I hear older and more staid people bemoaning "what's the world going to be like when everyone's got a tattoo?". Well, apparently, it will be more aesthetically pleasing when they've all got their clothes off, so that problem's solved.