The first act of Atonement (2007) takes place in the summer of 1935 in Shropshire, England, and this is the kind of heat that’ll drive you insane.
There are very few sex scenes made for skin-hungry female eyes. Such a thing is not supposed to exist. We are not supposed to exist.
Secretary never exploits or stereotypes BDSM for sport; never uses it as a sideshow; never markets it as a pathology to overcome.
Tsai Ming-liang seems to make his films not only about but with desire, a material as integral to their construction as celluloid and light.
Teeth skewers social and cultural mores that contribute to the demonization of female sexuality.
Alice in Wonderland has some profoundly upsetting cognitive dissonances to it; I went in expecting a porno and was surprised to encounter a swirling torrent of psychosexual terror.
Near the end of David Lynch’s harrowing Fire Walk With Me, Laura Palmer and fellow teen prostitute Ronette Pulaski are...
If you took the sex scenes from Bryan Fuller’s TV shows and spliced them all together, you just might get the best show on TV.
It’s a lustful, even pervy, gaze, but director Harmony Korine invites his audience to share it before he deconstructs it.
Is it so much to ask, to see someone you relate to reflected on screen?
The Marquis de Sade was kind of a hack.
Movie sex vs. real life, through the lens of Charlie Kaufman's Anomalisa
