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FILM REVIEWS BY MICHAEL D. KLEMM
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Shortbus Director/Screenplay: Starring: Unrated, 102 minutes
Flirting
With Anthony Director/Screenplay: Starring: Unrated, 88 minutes
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Let's
Misbehave
John Cameron Mitchell is one of the most interesting filmmakers working today. His stage sensation and subsequent film, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, deconstructed gender while delivering the most kick-ass rock and roll film in years. Hedwig was a true original and the same can also be said about his second film - a celebration of sexuality in all its myriad forms called Shortbus.
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is a film about human needs in a post-9/11 Manhattan. Sophia is a married
couples counselor who has never had an orgasm. Jamie and James are two gay
men who welcome a third into their relationship. Severin is a dominatrix
with commitment issues, and Caleb is a young stalker who watches James and
Jamie through a telescope. They each become regulars at Shortbus, a downtown
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Jamie and James meet Sophia in a disastrous counseling session that ends up with them taking her to visit the titular sex club. Justin Bond (half of the Broadway duo, Kiki and Herb), is the "mistress of Shortbus." As they walk through various orgy rooms, Justin explains that young people come to Manhattan because of 9/11. "It's the only thing real that ever happened to them." Justin calls Shortbus a "salon for the gifted and challenged." |
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over two years, Mitchell developed Shortbus
with his cast in a process not unlike the genesis of Michael Bennett's A
Chorus Line or the films of Mike Leigh. (This is all recounted in the
DVD's excellent extras.) Collaborations like these are a boon to developing
character. There are so many beautiful moments. Ceth spends time with a
very old man who tells him that "New York is where everyone comes to
be forgiven," and sadly recounts how he was blamed for his inaction
during the AIDS crisis, hinting that he is former Mayor Ed Koch. "It's
just like the sixties," Justin says of Shortbus, "only with less
hope." Shortbus
is not porn with a plot. It is really something special. |
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A film that is porn with a plot is Flirting With Anthony, a mess of a movie that marks the film debut of openly gay singer/songwriter Daniel Cartier. To be honest, the only reason I watched this film to the end was because I have always thought Cartier is hot. I'm still trying to figure out what this film was supposed to be about. Most of it is a slutty sex comedy but it begins like a splatter movie with Cartier (Anthony) as a gang member strapped to a table and being tortured. During the strobe-lit pre-credit sequence he is seen making out with another man (Jack) in a bloody shed that appears to be littered with body parts. For reasons unexplained, Anthony is now a captive but he is rescued from certain death by Jack and the two men go their separate ways.
Is the film an examination of Anthony's confused sexuality? Maybe, but are we being asked to identify with a former sadist who dismembered his victims? And why was he suddenly in the hot seat? The movie does not explain these things. David Lynch's films employ dreamlike vagueness to deepen audience involvement but this one is just incoherent. Why does a comedy begin with such repellent violence? In an online interview, writer/director Christian Calson calls the savagery funny. Sorry, but I disagree. (His first movie was Shiner, where two supposedly straight guys got off by beating each other up.) Call this one Psycho Road Trip and rent Fight Club instead.
More
On John Cameron Mitchell Peter
Stickles also appears in: Mink
Stole also appears in: For fans of Cartier's
music: |
Over
the years there have been many landmarks in the depiction of sex on the
silver screen; Bertolucci's 1972 Last Tango in Paris being the
most famous example - another was In The Realm of the Senses (1976).
And let's not forget Bunuel's delightfully naughty 1967 Belle De Jour,
starring 
The
audience is swept into uncharted waters from the film's first shot as
the camera zooms through a paper mache model of New York City. A window
overlooking the ruins of the World Trade Center is dotted with dildos
and assorted sex toys as dominatrix Severin grows annoyed with her babbling
young client. Sophia and her husband Rob are busy copulating in more positions
than most couples ever attempt in a lifetime. Jamie, a budding filmmaker,
is auto-fellating himself in front of his video camera while Caleb watches
from an adjacent window. These explicit tableaux, inter-cut together,
are all very funny without being in the least bit salacious. Mitchell's
truly subversive humor blossoms when Severin's client ejaculates onto
a framed Jackson Pollack painting. 
Severin
aids Sophia in the search for "the big O." Jamie and James meet
Ceth and take him home where, in a spontaneous - if bizarre - moment of
patriotism, they sing the National Anthem while engaging in acrobatic
3-way sex. And this is the beauty of Shortbus.
Director Mitchell and his cast aren't afraid to take risks but one never
gets the feeling that their aim is to shock. Consensual sex is simply
shown for the positive life force that it is. A lesbian describes her
best orgasm as feeling "like [she] was shooting out creative energy"
and that it merged with the rest of the world and there was no more war.
Most
of Shortbus is very funny.
Jamie is a former child TV star who played a "white trash kid"
who was adopted by an affluent black family. "I'm an albino!"
was his "dy-no-MITE!" catchphrase. Sophia takes her husband
to Shortbus where she inserts a remote controlled vibrating egg into her
vagina, gives him the remote and tells him to say "hi" now and
then. The settings include "bumblebee kisses" and "techtonic
shift." She has a small meltdown when Rob puts it in his back pocket
and leans against a wall. Brown-outs occur at key dramatic moments, leading
up to the black-out of 2003. 
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film is sometimes very sad too and the anguish is heartfelt. A very dramatic
third act has surprises that I won't reveal. But all wounds are supposed
to heal, and in the end the mood is jubilant and it's hard not to get
swept up by it. I've seen it three times and Shortbus
is that rare film that gets better and richer with each viewing.
It
is ironic that modern filmmakers will go to great lengths to depict graphic
violence while being so timid about exploring sex as a natural fact of
life. Why is it that an on-screen blow job is considered pornographic
yet a naked woman being eviscerated by a chainsaw is not? Why can a dorky
teenager have carnal relations with an apple pie but sex between two men
in a mainstream movie is still taboo? Its merits will be debated for years
but there is one undeniable fact: Shortbus
marks a new milestone in the history of sex in the cinema. 
The
film shifts gears and Anthony is living with Donna, a girl friend of convenience
and her teen-aged gay brother. Anthony and Donna seem to spend most of
their time tickling the gay kid. Anthony agrees to drive Donna to another
state for her father's funeral. Along the way, there are gratuitous sex
scenes as each hires male hookers to come to their motel room, they aid
two stranded drag queen motorists, and Anthony's fortune is told by John
Waters muse