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“Faithless” just might restore our faith
It's utterly simple, terribly intense, all anguish and desire, yet beautifully enigmatic.
We see an elderly man in a house by the shore. Does he live alone? Is it an island? If you have a good memory for landscape, you may recognize it as the very island, off the Swedish coast, where Ingmar Bergman now lives. He will be 83 this year, whereas Erland Josephson, the actor we see, will be only 78. But Josephson, since “Scenes From a Marriage” (1973), has become one of the essential actors in Bergman’s work. And Bergman is apparently retired. But what does that mean? Just that he will direct no more films. It hasn’t stopped him from writing; he did the screenplay for “Faithless,” and then wondered if Liv Ullmann (one of his great actresses) would direct it.
Josephson’s character opens a drawer in his desk and takes out a photograph of a child, a girl, maybe 12 years old. Then he senses someone else in the room. “Is anyone there?” he asks, turning as a woman’s voice answers, “Only me.”
It is Marianne Vogler (Lena Endre), and she tells him the story of the film. But here is the mystery that graces “Faithless” (and which may even restore faith) — he seems to know the story already, as if it might be something he wrote or something that happened to him. Is it just that he has forgotten how to tell the difference, so that he has been brought to the delicate point in life, or retirement, where he is not sure whether the people in life or those in fictions move him more?
Anyway, Marianne was married to an orchestral conductor. They had a child — the photographed face we have seen already. The married couple had a friend, a stage director. And the marriage and their friendship had all gone along in harmony for enough years that no one really noticed, or knew why, when Marianne and the director began an affair one day.
It was sexually reviving — that is often the point of such things, and sex is a thirst that leaves us powerless — and not really a comment upon deeper ties of friendship. But the husband found out. He was savagely wounded and he promised damage in return. As ever, lawyers came in, as calm and insolent as surgeons who have to cut you up in pieces that no one will ever stick together again.
I won’t tell you the whole story, because truly this is a suspense film, even if it’s all talk and faces. But the husband insisted on keeping custody of the daughter until he came up with a compromise that was as cruel as it was just — and accounts for the title of the film.
In the end, no one behaved either well or sensibly; perhaps we never do in life. Only in most American films.
“Faithless” is the best picture around, by the distance between wherever you are now and Bergman’s island. It’s utterly simple, terribly intense, all anguish and desire, yet beautifully enigmatic. The critics are saying, of course, it’s really Bergman’s film. He guided Ullmann — used her, even. But he wasn’t on the set, and while I’m sure it’s true that she would never have made the film but for her life with Bergman, still, she made it.
It is, finally, a touch warmer than he is capable of being. And that is because of the extraordinary way in which Josephson’s character stands not just for the man who wrote the script but for the father figure who ordained a slippery kind of theatrical company that rivaled real family. Once upon a time, Bergman and Ullmann were lovers. And now she draws back and depicts him: a genius, the founder of a grand school, a visionary of the cinema of faces, sympathy and betrayal — and a man alone on an island. It’s a great film.
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.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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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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