AGE OF CONSENT

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permalink Once upon a time, I was about to enter my senior year of high school. I went to see Stanley Kubrick’s final movie. I marveled at, and felt proud of, my ability to suppress prurient thoughts despite Nicole Kidman’s bare ass and see-through chemise and bathed-blue fuck scenes—not to mention the orgy scenes.
It was only later, a while later, that I realized why: if you were just getting, um, excited looking at those things, you weren’t seeing the movie; you were just seeing those things. And, though the film shows us those things, Kubrick doesn’t want you to want to see those things. Or, he doesn’t want you to want to see those things.
All that said, Nicole Kidman is smoking in this movie.

Once upon a time, I was about to enter my senior year of high school. I went to see Stanley Kubrick’s final movie. I marveled at, and felt proud of, my ability to suppress prurient thoughts despite Nicole Kidman’s bare ass and see-through chemise and bathed-blue fuck scenes—not to mention the orgy scenes.

It was only later, a while later, that I realized why: if you were just getting, um, excited looking at those things, you weren’t seeing the movie; you were just seeing those things. And, though the film shows us those things, Kubrick doesn’t want you to want to see those things. Or, he doesn’t want you to want to see those things.

All that said, Nicole Kidman is smoking in this movie.

permalink A still from Antonioni’s last film, called The Dangerous Thread Of Things, from an omnibus called Eros, which had contributions from WKW and Soderbergh, too. This was stolen from this thing, of a beauty (named Luisa Ranieri) dancing on a beach. From what I recall, and what I can tell, the movie’s mostly about bodies being able to do things, including getting naked and playing on a beach. Also, just getting naked. There’s something about doubles, too, and how men demand a lot. Typical, correct.

A still from Antonioni’s last film, called The Dangerous Thread Of Things, from an omnibus called Eros, which had contributions from WKW and Soderbergh, too. This was stolen from this thing, of a beauty (named Luisa Ranieri) dancing on a beach. From what I recall, and what I can tell, the movie’s mostly about bodies being able to do things, including getting naked and playing on a beach. Also, just getting naked. There’s something about doubles, too, and how men demand a lot. Typical, correct.

permalink Madchen Amick always sounds like a made-up name. This image certainly is false, staged. What does that mean about fantasy? Something. One fact: Amick is perfect at the wounded thing. When’s the last time you watched Twin Peaks? (again via thingsthatexciteme)

Madchen Amick always sounds like a made-up name. This image certainly is false, staged. What does that mean about fantasy? Something. One fact: Amick is perfect at the wounded thing. When’s the last time you watched Twin Peaks? (again via thingsthatexciteme)

permalink I don’t know who this is, but it’s a fine reminder that hints are better than full frontal. Or, they’re sexier. Good hints: Stripes make me think of Anna Karina, and that hair makes me think of California. (via thingsthatexciteme)

I don’t know who this is, but it’s a fine reminder that hints are better than full frontal. Or, they’re sexier. Good hints: Stripes make me think of Anna Karina, and that hair makes me think of California. (via thingsthatexciteme)

permalink Marion Cotillard may be some kind of “truther” but she is no less yummy. Especially in this little bit of fantasy from Arnaud Desplechin’s My Sex Life… where she dances around in her panties a bunch. She also knocks a guy on his ass, literally, proving she’s not just some plaything. Cuz all the single ladies sure are strong. (Though that song is, at bottom, all about getting married and being a square.)

Marion Cotillard may be some kind of “truther” but she is no less yummy. Especially in this little bit of fantasy from Arnaud Desplechin’s My Sex Life… where she dances around in her panties a bunch. She also knocks a guy on his ass, literally, proving she’s not just some plaything. Cuz all the single ladies sure are strong. (Though that song is, at bottom, all about getting married and being a square.)

permalink Paz De La Huerta shows up in Jim Jarmusch’s The Limits of Control completely nude and she stays completely nude in every scene she’s seen in. Okay, she wears a pair of horned rim glasses most of the time — and a raincoat one of the times — but, still, plum naked. My friend said she didn’t think Paz there could be called “sexy” because she thinks that Paz looks like “anime” in that movie. I said, Paz may look like anime, but that’s not what makes her sexy (or not); no, it’s the curves, it’s the lips, it’s the come-hither fantasy. I’m not a fan of the movie.

Paz De La Huerta shows up in Jim Jarmusch’s The Limits of Control completely nude and she stays completely nude in every scene she’s seen in. Okay, she wears a pair of horned rim glasses most of the time — and a raincoat one of the times — but, still, plum naked. My friend said she didn’t think Paz there could be called “sexy” because she thinks that Paz looks like “anime” in that movie. I said, Paz may look like anime, but that’s not what makes her sexy (or not); no, it’s the curves, it’s the lips, it’s the come-hither fantasy. I’m not a fan of the movie.

permalink We go from insinuative to plain gobs of pretty. Her lips match her eyes match her earrings. I should actually see Petulia, I imagine, since it’s got her, it’s about San Francisco, and, well, neurotic romance of the late 60s. You know, what you’re supposed to do with so-called freedoms. (She doesn’t look free from anything up there, does she?)

We go from insinuative to plain gobs of pretty. Her lips match her eyes match her earrings. I should actually see Petulia, I imagine, since it’s got her, it’s about San Francisco, and, well, neurotic romance of the late 60s. You know, what you’re supposed to do with so-called freedoms. (She doesn’t look free from anything up there, does she?)

permalink Don’t Look Now has the most filthy, most tender, and (ironically?) most realistic sex scene in all of cinema. But the problem with it being shot and cut to produce that effect is that it doesn’t lend itself well to stills. So instead, here’s a random photo of Julie Christie that’s so suggestive, it suggests suggestiveness. Maybe “insinuative” is the word I want here. Regardless, this proves I’m not a totally unsubtle horndog, and only have so much actual movie knowledge to draw on.

Don’t Look Now has the most filthy, most tender, and (ironically?) most realistic sex scene in all of cinema. But the problem with it being shot and cut to produce that effect is that it doesn’t lend itself well to stills. So instead, here’s a random photo of Julie Christie that’s so suggestive, it suggests suggestiveness. Maybe “insinuative” is the word I want here. Regardless, this proves I’m not a totally unsubtle horndog, and only have so much actual movie knowledge to draw on.

permalink I know this image seems further and further away from AOC’s unspoken mission statement, seeing as 1) it includes the supra/double-reverse-anti-hero Mr. Freedom 2) Delphine Seyrig is wearing an outfit you could get away with on the streets of some major cities. Hopefully, though, you can still grasp how hot it is for a purring French lady with a giant red afro to abruptly disrobe/change clothes to fight crime in the middle of an elevator ride.

I know this image seems further and further away from AOC’s unspoken mission statement, seeing as 1) it includes the supra/double-reverse-anti-hero Mr. Freedom 2) Delphine Seyrig is wearing an outfit you could get away with on the streets of some major cities. Hopefully, though, you can still grasp how hot it is for a purring French lady with a giant red afro to abruptly disrobe/change clothes to fight crime in the middle of an elevator ride.

permalink Okay, now you and I both know that this happens right after Marnie tries to kill herself because Connery raped her the night before. But, please, that composition, and that kind of wetness… she’s just kind of perfect. A perfect ruin. Sometimes I like to think that Marnie is a Pompeii figure — cuz she’s trapped by the past, duh — except instead of ash she’s covered in red. (Water, here.)

Okay, now you and I both know that this happens right after Marnie tries to kill herself because Connery raped her the night before. But, please, that composition, and that kind of wetness… she’s just kind of perfect. A perfect ruin. Sometimes I like to think that Marnie is a Pompeii figure — cuz she’s trapped by the past, duh — except instead of ash she’s covered in red. (Water, here.)