9 songs
One of the most outright film through whole British films history, most sexually explicit mainstream film to date. The title refers to the nine songs played by eight different rock bands that complement the story of the film. Trembling – as u do watching – at the edge between erotic and just a pornography. It’s easy to imagine that the first demonstration at the Cannes festival was accompanied with a scandal. I seemed to be too much.
Whole film is just about one hour and six minutes. There are just 2 characters - Kieran O’Brien and Margo Stilley. There are rock concerts shot so bad hat despite being just a perfect selection of music – Bob Hardey, Alex Capranos, Nic McCarty – u impatiently move the film forward. There are conversations that seems to be unnecessary also for characters. And there are scenes of sex. There are scenes of sex, of seduction, of poling, of foreplay, of oral sex, of…
For example, O’Brien became one of very few actors who have been shown ejaculating in a mainstream, UK produced feature.
The plot? There is almost no.
It seems to be pornography. But shot a bit too beautiful.
It’s still unusual to watch frank shots of male’s (a bit less – female’s) organs. It’s still unusual to watch frank shots of actually sex between 2; still they are 2 actors pretending to make a live-action movie. That’s not a porno subject done for internet site. Is touching. I admit it. Is exiting. Is perturbing. Is disturbing. Is thrilling.
My hands are a little bit trembling after finishing one hour and six minutes of this film.
What did I personally think after?
What’s the difference between physical attraction and between psychological attraction. (or – as my mom sais – between physical orgasm and psychological orgasm). Why attraction of my brain, of my emotions and of my body ended up to be different?
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