Sex
Love and war
In "Enemy at the Gates" we feel the thrill and mischief of making love secretly while surrounded by others.
I suppose there’s an educational virtue in setting a mainstream movie in Stalingrad at the time of its great battle. But why do all the Russians in “Enemy at the Gates” have to sound as if they’re from south London? And why should Rachel Weisz seem like the captain of the school net ball team? I appreciate the effort to give every character dirty hands and filthy fingernails, but, still, I felt the hours spent in makeup to get that effect. The actors within the characters are so sleek and healthy looking, so modern and airy, so unshadowed by Soviet salvation.
So it’s generally a silly, schoolboyish film about dueling snipers and a lot of money used to create the feeling of devastation and poverty. But then there’s the lovemaking scene.
Weisz and Jude Law become lovers in the shambles of a half-destroyed building where many other comrades are trying to sleep. She comes into his narrow space. We see those grubby hands going beneath the heavy serge pants they wear. And there are a few moments in which the two actors convey a lot: the real anticipation of lovemaking, of sex; the thrill and mischief of doing it secretly while surrounded by others; and then, in Weisz’s eyes (he is smothering her mouth), a real uncertainty as to whether she can stay quiet, or whether the wildness set free in her body will bark and moan and roar enough to rouse the dead. The glee turns to something like alarm, and just for an instant — poised on the brink of lost control — you can’t tell whether she’s being raped or finding the passion she longs for.
Most of us have made love in similar predicaments: jammed up against paper-thin walls, in a shared room at college or in all the dormitory institutions life provides. Parents may be driven to it with restless children in the house. You say to yourself, “Don’t wake the little ones,” or some version of don’t wake the others, because there’s a need for privacy in intimacy. So it’s fascinating that lovemaking is so recurrent a moment in films, no matter that, deep down, we know the actors knew they were being watched. Is there something in all of us now intrigued enough to make a spectacle, a show, of fucking? Is that the new turn-on? Or would you be impotent in a crowd or an arena?
It made me think of a day 25 years ago — and I have to say that this was in England, and times were different then. My mother had a brain tumor and I had helped wheel her on a gurney down to the radiation treatment room. There was a waiting line of gurneys jammed together in a corridor. And there was a thin man on one of them, and he was masturbating — in the open, daring anyone to watch closely. It was his comfort, I suppose, and he was farther on in the treatment; he was only a scrap. But it alarmed my mother: She was new in the hospital. Helplessly, I asked a nurse in a rubber apron if the sight could be avoided. She shrugged and went away. You could say that my mother and I were protected and genteel. On the other hand, I think what disturbed her was the realization of where she was — how she was in a perilous kingdom where the nearness of death had erased intimacy.
I wonder if Stalingrad was that bad?
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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