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…
It's a shame that here on Letterboxd you can't find porn masterpieces such as Devil in Miss Jones, The opening of Misty Beetthoven, Josefine Mutzenbacher to name a few but there is this dull porn with a boring story dressed up as an art film.
El cast es insípido, la dirección pierde coherencia en muchísimas partes, la fotografía terrible, el guión es plano, no tiene ningún tipo de profundidad ni carisma, los personajes están escritor lo más aburridos y terribles posibles, intenta tener metáforas, pero luego te la explica una estúpida voz en off que ni debería venir al caso.
Pareciera que esta película existiese sólo para ofrecer sexo gratuito con música rock independiente de fondo. (Música que me agradó y por eso la estrella) Sexo sin justificación cómo en Love sólo para experimentar el morbo e intentar manejar temas súper profundos que fácilmente pueden ser comparados con un charco de agua sucia de al menos 1cm de profundidad.
San Sebastián International Film Festival: Competition
"Sometimes these eyes / Forget the face they're peering from / When the face they peer upon / Well, you know that face as I do."
What a load of wank.
Literally AND figuratively.
(The music's quite good, though...)
Basically a film student's idea of a modern love story - graphic sex interspliced with grainy concert footage of bands who were as hip as Hell in 2004 but have largely dated since, topped by a pretentious voiceover and loose framework as the course of a charged brief romance with the odd spat and kink.
Even in 2004 porn that was shot with a gonzo aesthetic and by "real" couples was on the rise as the internet realised there was a market for more than stacked blondes talking dirty getting fucked by well-endowed plumbers and now the idea of "amateur" porn with a vague plot is so ingrained that it's really difficult to see why this is an arthouse movie and not just pretentious porn. The sex is graphic but still exploitative and still bluntly arousing and glamourised in its' own way.
It's always better on holiday.
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This list catalogs exactly what the title suggests. Usually, if there is any depiction of oral sex - unsimulated or…