I enjoyed this movie. It concerns itself with a bunch of New York narcissists who think that unlocking and/or unblocking themselves sexually is The Answer. The film is not uncritical of this illusion - one that affects an awful lot of people - but on the whole the movie sympathises with its dramatis personae, and is forgiving of their, and by extension our own, follies.
The acting is variable, the gentle pace slackens woefully towards the end as Things Get Serious, but it's all smiles again for the finale, in a Fellini-like way.
It's the first fifteen minutes that will earn Shortbus its place in cinema history: it manages to show very explicit sex without being remotely titillating, let alone pornographic. Instead we have good-humoured, warm-hearted observation of a particular brand of human foolhardiness.
The acting is variable, the gentle pace slackens woefully towards the end as Things Get Serious, but it's all smiles again for the finale, in a Fellini-like way.
It's the first fifteen minutes that will earn Shortbus its place in cinema history: it manages to show very explicit sex without being remotely titillating, let alone pornographic. Instead we have good-humoured, warm-hearted observation of a particular brand of human foolhardiness.