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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.”
I was reading the reviews of Uber-Wanker Gaspar Noe's Love, having just fast forwarded through it for the sex scenes.
I was going to write a one-line dismissive review on that film, happy with all that I'd seen of it as it seemed to me like it was no more than porn and I honestly think Noe, although super-talented, makes really shit films.
It reminded me of seeing 9 songs in the cinema and thinking it was a really tender and beautiful study of a relationship...apparently most of Letterboxd thinks I have that the wrong way around.
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.
didn't waste time ...
9 Songs, an actual film with actors and maybe a script, has the dubious achievement of having even less plot than your garden variety pornography.
Running at about an hour and six minutes, it is mercifully short, while at the same time too long.
The viewer might have been better served watching actual porn.
Terribly filmed and performed sex scenes and even worse music. I'm always puzzled by these post-modern real-sex art films. Nagisa Oshima, for instance, did all of this 30 years before, in a much more subversive and captivating way.
I liked Margo Stilley, the footjob and Primal Scream, not necessarily in that order.
"Each year the Ice inches its way from the heart of the continent to the see into which it finally melts."
Couldn't finish the movie because it had too many adult scenes and I didn't find the plot interesting.
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.
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