Sex in films.
Or “sex” in films.
A piece in The Guardian today discusses the reduction in the number of films receiving an 18 certificate for sex.
I say hooray!
Watching impossibly beautiful people, lit professionally and shot from the most flattering angles, pretending to make the beast with two backs while the sound department removes any of the noises that accompany real moments of intimacy is, frankly, the least sexy thing I can think of.
It’s not an accurate representation of human intimacy.
Maybe I’m a puritan or a prude but I won’t miss Hollywood’s unholy woods.
Kiss it goodbye.