The Disappointments of Cinema Sex: Take One, Lack of Male Expression
March 7, 2012 § 1 Comment
Is anyone else deeply disappointed by the sexual content in art? Sarah Waters, aside, I wonder if I would still think myself potentially asexual based on how excited I get about sex in film, and even books. There’s a lot to complain about, but today I am going to focus on one, tiny point of contention that’s driving me crazy.
I am deeply bored of men in movies who have sex while looking like they’re modeling for a bowflex ad. It doesn’t have to be this boring to watch the scenario male-top-facilitates-short-round-of-passionate-kissing-then-unprotected-PIV-with-female-bottom over and over again. Not this boring.
Seriously, why can I rent any of a choice of films where a man kills dozens of other people in new and “exciting” ways but can’t rent a film where a man makes noise or an affected face while having sex? Every since Jonathan Rhys-Meyers went HBO, I can’t get excited about representations of male sexuality in mainstream media. I just don’t believe them. The only representation of male sexuality I’ve seen in ages that felt real is the character Tommy in Never Let Me Go, and if there is any flaw in that film (which there isn’t) it would be low sexual content.
You know why the sex in BBC’s adaptation of Fingersmith is so hot? Not because it involves two women. Because both people look like they’re having an experience of equal passion, equal pleasure, equal response to one another. Even though one is on top and one is on bottom, they are both responding to what is happening. I’m going to send Hollywood a letter that says, “Dear Hollywood, Topping is having sex too. Love, Claire.”
Haven’t any filmmakers had sex with expressive men, including themselves? Am I so lucky and unique? Come on, folks, entertain me, at least. Or better yet, move me with your depictions of sex. Please!