Search

The Sadness Of Sex

1997, Movie, NR, 86 mins

SADNESS OF SEX, THE
starstarstarstar
Sex, love, sex, romance, weird sex, melancholy sex and nightmare sex...that's what's on writer and performance artist Barry Yourgrau's mind. Yourgrau, who looks like a cruise-ship magician and sounds a bit like Hans Conreid, delivers dramatic readings of a series of his short fictions (collected as The Sadness of Sex) in what appears to be a swank supper club. Director Rupert Wainright films him, interpolating footage that visualizes or expands upon Yourgrau's words. This sounds just awful, but it actually isn't: Yourgrau is a genuinely captivating raconteur, and some of his absurdist tales are quite entertaining in and of themselves. And Wainright's visual conceits, which draw from sources as various as the languorous fantasy of fashion shoots and the crude good humor of old porno cartoons, are pretty consistently engaging. Yourgrau's tales range from a love at first sight fantasy in which the Girl of His Dreams (Peta Wilson) is transformed into a sleekly corseted angel with a cigarette hanging insouciantly from her lips to a creepy animated look inside his lover's head to a bizarre film-noir fantasy in which a woman's sex escapes and terrorizes the neighborhood before taking refuge in a big elm tree: The cops recruit Yourgrau to get it down because they're familiar with his fiction down at the station house. The film is a specialty item, no question about it, and if you think you'd find it just too precious you might well be right. But give it a chance and its magic just might work on you. leave a comment --Maitland McDonagh
Advertisement

Advertisement