Unfaithful. Here’s the older woman/younger man thing again except this time they’re in a stairwell tearing each other’s clothes off—very hot. My favorite scene is the one on the train, as Diane Lane (with a post-coital grin on her face) replays every minute of her afternoon tryst in her head. That’s half the fun of sex, replaying the memories of each encounter until you act out the next fantasy.
The Dreamers. A male friend said, “It was something—basically beautiful youths prancing around naked under Bertolucci’s direction. The plot was really just a backdrop providing him with an excuse to watch Michael Pitt frolic with an extremely hot Eva Green.” Another friend also noted Eva’s hotness factor: “That scene where the Eva Green stands in the doorway as Venus De Milo, and the threeway tension.” Men do love those threeways … so do I.
Exotica. The title gives the whole premise away, but as I read the description of a woman doing a striptease in the film, I got hot. I appreciated my male friend’s attempt at an artful review, but was happier to see him skip immediately to the good ol’ down and dirty. “I remember [it] being both sexy and a good piece of cinema. The complex plot unfolded through flashbacks and by following the story lines of multiple characters whose lives converge around something awful and tragic. But the movie’s central location is a seedy strip club, and there’s a lot of hot, lusty lap dancing.” Men do love those strip clubs … so do I. Men who strip … sigh
The Virgin Suicides and Marie Antoinette. Kirsten Dunst is, as a male friend noted, “the unattainable virgin—high school boys’ wet dream well represented.” And while I personally think Kirsten Dunst plays mostly dippy roles, the same friend quoted previously gave her a second shout out. “Yeah, Kirsten Dunst, again. I mean come on, that scene with those stockings and the fan when she’s in bed waiting for her affair? Seriously.”
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