...but not in thanks for my earlier post on "Unrated: A Week of Sex in Cinema". Instead, mine was apparently the only ticket sold for the final screening of the series headliner.
How was it? A bit amateurish (the lighting set-ups were pretty uneven/horrible at times as was the acting/dialogue.) but kind of exactly a movie I would make: slightly hokey, a little earnest and sweetly sexual (with attractive stars).
There was a lot of sex and it was explicit. Going in, I fully expected to see lots of nudity from the female star, but when she pulled the male star's dick out in the first sex scene I almost didn't believe they were actually showing his hard-on.
I quickly acclimated, though!
The most interesting thing about the movie for me wasn't the sex itself, however, but rather me realizing that - every time they had sex - I was unconsciously steeling myself for something "unexpected"; something disastrous/climactic (no pun!) to happen to them while they were in the throes of intercourse and relatively unaware of their surroundings. This, in turn, led to the further realization that my movie-watching experience has taught me that bad things always happen during sex.
How fucked up is that!?
