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Hahaha, we get Tipping the Velvet and the boys get this! WE WIN!!
I may be old-fashioned, but I think that if you're going to have a story in which nothing happens, you should put some characters into it, rather than having a cast of Racist Tories, HIV+ Camp Gay Antique Dealers, and Religious Working-Class Black Matriarchs revolving round a Fucked-Up Posh Girl and, well, Nick. What's going on with Nick? I have just watched him for an hour and I have no idea what he's like, beyond 'a bit passive and overly impressed with the rich'. Oh, and 'looks like the love-child of Christian Bale and Hugh Grant', which isn't a bad thing.
Ganesh - interesting about the rationale behind the filming of the sex-scenes being to draw us in, since the thing I commented on at the time was that it was very hard to tell what was going on in the sex scenes (apt from 'cock going into arse') - there was no detail and no affect, hence no identification, at least for me. I'm probably spoiled by reading slash (incredibly slowed-down and detailed breakdowns of physical and mental sensations), though, and/or I have a bit of a kink for representations of sex which acknowledge physical awkwardness, negotiation, learning, etc.
in order not to find the sex scenes repulsive, he substituted women, in his own mind, for men
And the director substituted them on the screen! Did anyone else notice that bit where Nick was stalking the sexually-available waiter at the party and our view of the waiter was obscured (for the entire duration of the shot) by some tits going past in slow motion? I thought visually it was framed in an incredibly non-homoerotic way, that being the most egregious example... |
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