Is this another “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe” for Nichols, millennium style? With its quadrangle of overt sexuality and foul language, this film certainly pushes the envelope, as he is wont to do. In fact, it would appear that a new line has again been crossed, much in the same way that Nichols did with not only “Virginia Wolfe,” but also “Silkwood,” “Carnal Knowledge” and “The Graduate.” In a recent interview with the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, the director insisted that his film contains “just three seconds of nudity – maybe two.” I can only wonder if he is referring to the shot of Portman’s anus, the nude strippers or the repeated shot of a naked woman in a sex ad placed on a computer we see again and again. Seems like fuzzy math to me.
Even if the overt nudity is limited – and compared to other films, it is, but that’s not saying much – the sex talk isn’t. And it is this which makes the film pornographic. Rather than the usual visual pornography of celluloid copulation, we are subjected to an onslaught of verbal and written pornography throughout the film. Art? Many will insist it is, but I beg to differ.
AUDIENCE: Adults only – and only if you must.
OBJECTIONABLE CONTENT