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 ...