And in my city bed, out of my fucking head.
Saw Shortbus last night, John Cameron Mitchell’s (non-simulated) sex-filled romp. First time I’ve encountered graphic male/female sex in a while. Hot.
It was really good. Having been made by JCM, it was of course much more full of cock than cunt. But also, having been made by JCM, it was deep and moving and smart and funny and sad and brilliant and all that stuff, too. Given its graphic elements it has already gotten a lot press; the good thing is that the press is totally warranted by its substance.
As was the case with Hedwig (both the play and the film, separately and for different reasons) I found myself moved in unexpected ways. A knowing smile here. An unexpected spark of connection there. Oddly, I think I was most moved by a scene involving a kiss between an old man and another man probably more than forty years his junior. That’s quite an achievement right there.
Aside from all that, the film is so New York. Anyone who’s been here a significant amount of time, been here through things like 9/11, the blackout, the transit strikes, etc. can’t help but be affected by this movie on some deeper level. Somehow John Cameron Mitchell and all of his actors (who created their roles together through improvisations, apparently) really tapped into something true and powerful and real. These people are out there. Somewhere.
Sometimes, stomping around this often filthy, disgusting, cruel, and horrible place, that’s all I need to know.
It was really good. Having been made by JCM, it was of course much more full of cock than cunt. But also, having been made by JCM, it was deep and moving and smart and funny and sad and brilliant and all that stuff, too. Given its graphic elements it has already gotten a lot press; the good thing is that the press is totally warranted by its substance.
As was the case with Hedwig (both the play and the film, separately and for different reasons) I found myself moved in unexpected ways. A knowing smile here. An unexpected spark of connection there. Oddly, I think I was most moved by a scene involving a kiss between an old man and another man probably more than forty years his junior. That’s quite an achievement right there.
Aside from all that, the film is so New York. Anyone who’s been here a significant amount of time, been here through things like 9/11, the blackout, the transit strikes, etc. can’t help but be affected by this movie on some deeper level. Somehow John Cameron Mitchell and all of his actors (who created their roles together through improvisations, apparently) really tapped into something true and powerful and real. These people are out there. Somewhere.
Sometimes, stomping around this often filthy, disgusting, cruel, and horrible place, that’s all I need to know.
posted by P/O at 10/05/2006 01:50:00 PM
5 Comments:
I love JCM.
Even moreso, I love the word "cunt" and your literal use of it.
You are truly an interesting, in-depth, wacky, soulful, disgusting, hilarious, mind-boggling person.
No wonder I keep coming back.
So what is it about? All I've heard or read about it is sex, sex, sex. Which...yay for sex and everything, but is there a movie underneath it?
some of the best comments ever, guys. ;)
limey, yeah, there really is a movie underneath it all. the main storyline revolves around a sex therapist (she prefers "couples counselor") who has never had an orgasm, and her "quest" to achieve that goal. needless to say, she meets a lot of interesting people along the way, all of whom have their own stories and subplots.
I've been trying to post a comment on this entry since it's been up but Blogger hasn't been playing nicely. Anyway, I haven't seen the movie yet but as soon as I saw it was coming out (which was only a week or two ago - I'm behind the times as usual) I've been thinking of you.
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