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Drive us wild, Angelina
"Gone in 60 Seconds" is almost worth seeing, if just for Jolie's ghostly sexuality.
The only erotic thing about “Gone in 60 Seconds” is the title. As a song lyric, it might be one of the lines of our time — a skid mark that can only last so long. And when you know that Angelina Jolie is the one burning rubber, there’s a flicker of hope. But while she’s very young still, and creamy with depraved promise, I have a hunch that we and Jolie should grab it while we can. If ever there was an actress for whom you could feel the shadows coming up out of the ground to claim her, she’s the one.
“Gone in 60 Seconds” isn’t just rubbish, it’s Nicolas Cage and PG-13 rubbish. You know early on that anything close to violence, danger, language and sex is going to be “restrained” in order to clean up on kids the first weekend. It’s a film for people more interested in getting a driver’s license than in getting laid. Even then, director Dominic Sena doesn’t know how to do the car stuff and doesn’t go under the hood enough to be instructional. As for Cage? Unless he’s very careful, the only audience he has will be boys young enough to mistake monotony for deep acting.
Angelina Jolie is another matter. She’s the kind of treasure that no one has the least idea how to handle. Her givens are unique. She has a mouth that can be in focus when the rest of her face is soft — that’s a technical way of saying that her mouth is in a different time zone. And she has the eyes to go with it, eyes that know more than you can ever dream, and eyes that still want it. She has hair the color and texture of a crhme br{lie that is turning poisonous and lumpy, and skin that belongs to a ghost. She has in her own way what very few American women have had — Louise Brooks, Jean Harlow, Tuesday Weld, Marilyn Monroe — and what they were seldom allowed to deliver. She seems to want to do it on-screen.
Yet already, she is being edged into parts where she is mad, bad and dangerous to know. She can be used to promise things (all her best bits in “60 Seconds” are in the trailer) but not to deliver. That’s because the country that talks sex so much is very timid about the real thing. So indirection is her best chance. In the absurd but highly enjoyable “The Bone Collector,” when Denzel Washington could move his mouth, his mind and one finger, there were shots of Jolie gazing at him that left no doubt about her ability to think of something they could do. And the audience got the point. But while she’s an actress who could deliver the package — think of her doing “The Blue Angel” with Robert Redford, say — we’re never going to see it. Which may be why she has that ghostly look already.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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On the rack: A cultural history of breasts
Did breasts evolve for lactation or to enhance sex appeal? A new book explores why they matter
(Credit: iStockphoto/NadyaPhoto) It’s hard to be boobs. Sure, breasts are cherished as givers of milk and the pinnacle of sex appeal, but the modern world hasn’t been good to mammaries.
As Florence Williams writes in “Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History,” they’re the most tumor-prone organ in the human body. They “soak up pollution like a pair of soft sponges,” and transmit environmental toxins to babies through breast milk. “Breasts are bellwethers for the changing health of people,” she says. While we’ve “genetically modified our crops to be able to protect them from the ill effects of pesticides,” Williams writes, “we haven’t yet figured out how to modify our breasts.” Aside from using saline and silicone, of course.
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