9 Songs
So, my wife and I rented 9 Songs the other week. For those of you unfamiliar with the film, it’s an art film that skirts the line of being arthouse porn. The sex scenes are explicit and unsimulated, and the acting is so/so. Got to thinking afterward about the thoughts the director must have had.
(sound of bong hit being taken) Hmmm. Let’s see. I’m a decently reputable director, what should I do next? What do I like? Well, I like sex. Rather a bit, actually. Wonder if I could make a film about sex. It would have to be intimate rather than porn-like, that way I could be explicit while being real. Yeah. Another thing I like? Music. What if I could get into some really great shows for free because they’re part of my sex film? I’ll cut between the music and the sex. Great idea. Free concerts for me while I make my film. What else? (another hit is taken) Perhaps I can wrap the whole thing up by working in a trip to Antarctica. Sex, live concerts, and the Antarctic. This will rule!
And, that about sums it up.
