2 lovers, one summer, and the 9 songs that defined them.
Matt, a young glaciologist, soars across the vast, silent, icebound immensities of the South Pole as he recalls his love affair with Lisa. They meet at a mobbed rock concert in a vast music hall - London's Brixton Academy. They are in bed at night's end. Together, over a period of several months, they pursue a mutual sexual passion whose inevitable stages unfold in counterpoint to nine live-concert songs.
There is one thing worse than really bad porn.
And that's pretentious porn.
Michael Winterbottom’s most controversial film is about a British glaciologist (Kieran O’Brien) and an American exchange student (Margo Stilley) who meet at a concert in London and embark on a passionate sexual love affair, which seems to reach its most transcendent peaks after they immerse themselves in live music. Cutting between real, explicit sex and a snapshot of indie rock as it stood in 2004 – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, The Von Bondies, Elbow, Primal Scream, The Dandy Warhols, Super Furry Animals and Franz Ferdinand all contributed special live sets – it’s an odd mixture of art porn and concert film that in some ways feels more prescient of longform, sexually explicit music video than the kind of utopian erotic…
Who would have thought unsimulated sex could look so bland and be so uninteresting to witness.
I sat through this film yesterday when it was called '28 Hotel Rooms' - that film had actual actors, it didn't use sex as a gimmick and it actually tried to develop characters. This just feels exploitive - to the actors and the audience. There is no time spent developing any kind of relationship or background, no time spent on conversation, no time spent doing anything except going to gigs and fucking.
I'm just glad that Winterbottom knows how to pick a soundtrack, otherwise this would have been an unbearable 66 minutes.
“Dear Penthouse Forum: I never believed your letters were true, until I had an experience that changed my mind. I’m a British Antarctic researcher named Matt (Kieran O’Brien), considered good-looking by my friends. One day I met a hot American named Lisa (Margo Stilley), and I could tell she’d be into everything! By night, we’d go to concerts by hipster in-bands like Von Bondies and Franz Ferdinand; by later-that-night, we’d do drugs and have graphic sex. Oral, bondage, full-on money shots—you name it! We even got director Michael Winterbottom to shoot us on grainy video. I never got to know a thing about Lisa, but that’s okay, because I don’t know anything about myself, either! I can just reflect metaphorically on the experience while flying over polar ice, and maybe try to convince myself that there was a point to it besides a pretentious experiment in high-concept art porn.”
Utterly insufferable, but watched on behalf of a feature on 21st Century British Sexploitation for Popoptiq.
You can read that here www.popoptiq.com/britishsexploitation/.
I'm watching all the shitty, long-forgotten arthouse movies so you don't have to, think of it as a public service.
The dvd cover of this movie states that 9 Songs is, "The most sexually explicit film in the history of British cinema". Hard to disagree with that statement, this film is very graphic for a supposed mainstream release with various unsimulated sex scenes and a host of other pervy action.
Dirk said in his review that this was "pretentious porn" and he was right. We have one sex scene after another followed by some drug taking and an "indie" band performing a song very few people have heard of. With the exception of Primal Scream's "Moving On Up",I must say I wasn't familiar with any of these tracks.
Every now and again you see a review or a dvd that…
I'm writing this review during the film's final scene as I am so bored.
Basically, don't watch this. It is so, so, so bad.
I was willing it to end.
¿Que separa a una aparente pornografía del cine de arte? Según esta cinta solo intercalar secuencias de sexo explicito con interpretaciones musicales en vivo, las llamadas 9 canciones del titulo y una que otra ''reflexión'' filosófica mientras vemos paisajes de la Antártida.
9 Songs tiene una narración demasiado escueta y monótona que la hacen insufrible y realmente aburrida.
What separates an apparent pornographic film of an ''art film''? According to this film just interject sequences of explicit sex with live musical performances, the so called 9 songs of the title and an occasional ''philosophical reflection'' as we see landscapes of the Antarctica.
9 Songs has a weak and boring narration that makes it insufferable and really annoying.
Es tan aburrida, lenta y pretenciosa, que cuando ha terminado le he dado un abrazo a mi pareja y le he susurrado "lo hemos conseguido", como si hubiera terminado la guerra.
Thank you, movie, for making sex as boring as it was before my divorce.
"The most sexually explicit film in British Cinema (The Guardian)" may also be the most boring.
I do not understand how this film could make the unsimulated sex so bland and uninteresting. Actually, I do. It's because the characters have no backstory or any kind of relationship. All they do is go to concerts and fuck.
At least it was only 67 minutes of my time, and the music was good.
Wow, that was really boring.
*sees girlfriend masturbating*
(sad music starts playing)
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