It's different than every other romcom out there, but I do think it loosely fits into the genre even though it subverts it in many ways. The characters are incredibly well-written and I don't want to be hyperbolic, but the direction is so fucking fantastic that it makes me completely overlook some minor flaws with the script also written by Gina Prince-Bythewood, aka GPB, which is how I'll refer to her for the rest of this post. GPB is gifted at what she does and all of her movies are a joy to watch. This Hollywood Reporter article describes Silver Sable as "a globe-trotting mercenary for hire and part-time hunter of war criminals, especially Nazis. I like to see talented directors like GPB take on big projects like this while still writing and working on their own films.
Flashback Film Friends is a series in which a Jezebel staffer watches a movie she or he has seen a million times, with a staffer who has never seen it once. Then they discuss—just like friends. Years later, I realized that many of my peers had similar mushy feelings about it—all of us united in cheese. A then fresh-faced Sanaa Lathan as Monica Wright and Omar Epps Quincy McCall played young basketball phenoms who meet as kids, fall in love and continue their relationship through high school and adulthood, battling all the sucky elements of adolescent love with the added pressure of basketball responsibilities. The tagline: All's fair in love and basketball. I was 16 or 17 at the time and remember desperately wanting to see it, as both a basketball junkie slash perpetually crushed Knicks fan and a naive, lovesick high schooler who'd had a couple boyfriends but nothing like real love. The storyline was one of my earliest experiences of a rom-com, at a point in life where I could realistically comprehend feelings of overwhelming desire and disappointment. Back then, the draw was that it centered around young people making mistakes while trying to choose a sensible future for themselves apart from their parents wishes Note that in the four-quarter time span that plays out in the movie, the WNBA had yet to be established. Retrospectively, I also realized how attracted I was to the idea of a young woman shooting down stereotypical expectations and challenging her man, her mom and the audience, in turn to do the same. Here's our conversation that followed.
Common Sense says
Try is the operative word. Gyllenhaal and Ledger saddle up to play gay cowboys whose relationship becomes official in a secluded tent after a night of too much whiskey. One of the most celebrated sex scenes of all time, this one is artfully done and told out of sequence—director Steven Soderbergh being as playful with editing and time and narrative as his two leads, Jennifer Lopez and George Clooney, are with each other. Flirty and cheeky as they undress, they do finally get horizontal, their lips do finally lock, and unfortunately, the screen does finally fade to black. In the Realm of the Senses has long been considered one of the most perverse and erotic films to have ever slinked across the screen. Sexually explicit and non-simulated in its acts, the art-house gem about a real-life tabloid scandal features countless coital climaxes between its two leads. But the red dress scene manages to leave a little more to the imagination than the rest of the film, making for quite the arousing watch. Its innocence is vital to the brutal and difficult-to-watch sexual deed that comes in the third act of the film. Kerr and Lancaster star as Karen and Milton, a pair of adulterous lovers who get lost in the ebb and flow of the waves and the toss and turn of each other. Cecilia and Robbie— her in that green dress , he in that black tux—consummate their love for one another, pinned against a stack of books.