22 reviews
'Destricted' is best described as seven short art-house porn films. None of them really succeeds as an interesting mix between art and porn, although 'Impaled' by director Larry Clark and 'Balkan Erotic Epic' by director Marina Abramovic have some interesting elements. The first shows a casting for a porn film, but not with the insecure women often displayed, but with insecure young men. The second shows myths from the Balkan around the sexual organs which makes a rather funny erotic little film.
'House Call' (from Richard Prince) is a vintage sex scene and comes, together with 'Impaled', closest to pornography. Maybe 'Sync' (Marco Brambilla) as well, but it only exists out of very, very fast cuts from different porn films and plays for about two minutes. 'Hoist' (Matthew Barney) is too much art, which becomes rather ridiculous with the sex, and 'Death Valley' opens with a beautiful shot only to continue with an 8-minute masturbation scene. I guess it does catch the essence of contemporary porn.
I have not mentioned Gaspar Noé's 'We F*ck Alone' where he seems to have made a stylistic sequel to his controversial 'Irréversible'. His use of the strobe makes this one quite hard to watch. The film itself, including a doll as a main character, becomes unintentionally funny. His film feels as a failed experiment, basically like 'Destricted' as a whole. The premise and some elements have their interesting things, but I can not think of a real audience for it.
'House Call' (from Richard Prince) is a vintage sex scene and comes, together with 'Impaled', closest to pornography. Maybe 'Sync' (Marco Brambilla) as well, but it only exists out of very, very fast cuts from different porn films and plays for about two minutes. 'Hoist' (Matthew Barney) is too much art, which becomes rather ridiculous with the sex, and 'Death Valley' opens with a beautiful shot only to continue with an 8-minute masturbation scene. I guess it does catch the essence of contemporary porn.
I have not mentioned Gaspar Noé's 'We F*ck Alone' where he seems to have made a stylistic sequel to his controversial 'Irréversible'. His use of the strobe makes this one quite hard to watch. The film itself, including a doll as a main character, becomes unintentionally funny. His film feels as a failed experiment, basically like 'Destricted' as a whole. The premise and some elements have their interesting things, but I can not think of a real audience for it.
Although i'm trying very hard, i can remember only three segments of the movie. This fact alone might give you an overall impression, despite the fact that i was mainly interested in their authors.
Marina Abramovic offered a pseudo-ethnographic study about the relation between sex and language, in particular bad language, in the Balkans. The result is a literal translation of curses into English. Try the same thing in a bar with friends and you'll get a couple of laughs, but no-one would call it art.
Matthew Barney was on the trail of his Cremaster series, with less costumes and plain mise-en-scène, though. What happened on screen was at the same time obvious and difficult to explain. In line with modern art where the act (masturbation) precedes the context (if any), it leaves you to read-in the meaning you might associate with it.
Larry Clark, on the other hand, made an audition for a porn movie. Due to it's sheer realism, this segment was the only one to make sense, but left me wondering why should i watch it instead of browsing the internet for free porn.
Art aficionados, in particular those into modern art, will probably love Destricted. Others would have other films to watch...
Marina Abramovic offered a pseudo-ethnographic study about the relation between sex and language, in particular bad language, in the Balkans. The result is a literal translation of curses into English. Try the same thing in a bar with friends and you'll get a couple of laughs, but no-one would call it art.
Matthew Barney was on the trail of his Cremaster series, with less costumes and plain mise-en-scène, though. What happened on screen was at the same time obvious and difficult to explain. In line with modern art where the act (masturbation) precedes the context (if any), it leaves you to read-in the meaning you might associate with it.
Larry Clark, on the other hand, made an audition for a porn movie. Due to it's sheer realism, this segment was the only one to make sense, but left me wondering why should i watch it instead of browsing the internet for free porn.
Art aficionados, in particular those into modern art, will probably love Destricted. Others would have other films to watch...
Destricted - an experimental collection of shorts by artists and film-makers exploring the subjects of sex, sexuality and pornography - didn't cause as much of a fuss as the creatives behind it were probably hoping for upon its release in 2006. While this is one of the most extreme films ever to be passed by the BBFC, it had to resort to an exploitative tactic when released on DVD by wrapping the box in a black seal as if what was inside was too explicit to be seen by anyone passing the art-house section of their local HMV. Truth be told, Destricted is no more shocking than late-night Babestation, and probably has just as much to say on our attitudes to sex.
The UK release featured a different line-up of films to the one released in the US, so I'll point out that I'm reviewing the UK version, which consists of seven shorts, the longest being 38 minutes and the shortest just over 2. I started with Larry Clark's Impaled, possible the most interesting film of the bunch. Clark interviews a roster of 18-23 year old males for a porn movie, and asks them about their sexual preferences. In an age where porn is readily available to anybody, it comes as no surprise that the interviewees prefer rough sex and ejaculating onto their partner's face. Shrewdly, Clark chooses the most softly-spoken and sweetest of the bunch, Daniel, who chooses older porn star Nancy to be his on- screen partner. Watching Nancy eat him alive has a strange poignancy to it.
Next up I saw Marina Abramovic's Balkan Erotic Epic, a strange and genuinely funny tale of pagan rituals told by the stern-looking Abramovic who struggles to speak English. The sight of naked men humping the ground and a group of women dancing and occasionally exposing their genitalia in the rain is bizarre and almost Pythonesque, and certainly raised my mood despite how cheap it looked. Richard Prince's House Call is a 13 minute re- contextualisation of an old porn scene, in which a busty young woman is visited by a well-hung doctor, who proceed to have ugly, hairy sex in a pleasantly aggression-free manner. Prince adds an eerie soundtrack and distorts the colour so much that the sexual organs on show looks like disgusting, slug-like creatures.
Marco Brambilla's Sync is a relief at just over 2 minutes, rapidly editing together hundreds of porn scenes to a drum-solo score. It's an interesting experiment, reminding us of the repetitive and formulaic nature of porn. Strangest of all the films on show is Matthew Barney's Hoist, which places a black actor with a gourd up his a**e underneath a five-ton struck, who proceeds to rub his erect penis on the lubricated drive-shaft of the vehicle. It is supposed to be a commentary on primitive man's relationship with machinery, but at almost 15 minutes long, it long outstays its welcome. By this point, I had seen enough flatulent and erect penises to last me a lifetime, which made the next film all the more painful. Sam Taylor- Wood's (now Taylor-Johnson) Death Valley has a man masturbate alone in the desert. For eight incredibly long minutes.
While I thought I was saving the best for last, I was actually saving the worst. Gaspar Noe's We F**k Alone feels like the cinematic equivalent of the director telling us that he's had a shitty day. Shot Irreversible-style and complete with constant strobe effects, the film has a man and a woman masturbate to same porn movie in two separate rooms. One enjoys a oversized teddy bear while the other face-f***s a blow-up doll with a gun. It's a terrible, hateful, and utterly pointless exercise, which, much like Destricted as a whole, has nothing interesting to say about sex and pornography. Porn can be formulaic, seedy, expressive and shamefully titillating. But anybody who has ever masturbated before will surely know this already, and won't have to put themselves through almost two hours of arty nonsense to come to this realisation.
The UK release featured a different line-up of films to the one released in the US, so I'll point out that I'm reviewing the UK version, which consists of seven shorts, the longest being 38 minutes and the shortest just over 2. I started with Larry Clark's Impaled, possible the most interesting film of the bunch. Clark interviews a roster of 18-23 year old males for a porn movie, and asks them about their sexual preferences. In an age where porn is readily available to anybody, it comes as no surprise that the interviewees prefer rough sex and ejaculating onto their partner's face. Shrewdly, Clark chooses the most softly-spoken and sweetest of the bunch, Daniel, who chooses older porn star Nancy to be his on- screen partner. Watching Nancy eat him alive has a strange poignancy to it.
Next up I saw Marina Abramovic's Balkan Erotic Epic, a strange and genuinely funny tale of pagan rituals told by the stern-looking Abramovic who struggles to speak English. The sight of naked men humping the ground and a group of women dancing and occasionally exposing their genitalia in the rain is bizarre and almost Pythonesque, and certainly raised my mood despite how cheap it looked. Richard Prince's House Call is a 13 minute re- contextualisation of an old porn scene, in which a busty young woman is visited by a well-hung doctor, who proceed to have ugly, hairy sex in a pleasantly aggression-free manner. Prince adds an eerie soundtrack and distorts the colour so much that the sexual organs on show looks like disgusting, slug-like creatures.
Marco Brambilla's Sync is a relief at just over 2 minutes, rapidly editing together hundreds of porn scenes to a drum-solo score. It's an interesting experiment, reminding us of the repetitive and formulaic nature of porn. Strangest of all the films on show is Matthew Barney's Hoist, which places a black actor with a gourd up his a**e underneath a five-ton struck, who proceeds to rub his erect penis on the lubricated drive-shaft of the vehicle. It is supposed to be a commentary on primitive man's relationship with machinery, but at almost 15 minutes long, it long outstays its welcome. By this point, I had seen enough flatulent and erect penises to last me a lifetime, which made the next film all the more painful. Sam Taylor- Wood's (now Taylor-Johnson) Death Valley has a man masturbate alone in the desert. For eight incredibly long minutes.
While I thought I was saving the best for last, I was actually saving the worst. Gaspar Noe's We F**k Alone feels like the cinematic equivalent of the director telling us that he's had a shitty day. Shot Irreversible-style and complete with constant strobe effects, the film has a man and a woman masturbate to same porn movie in two separate rooms. One enjoys a oversized teddy bear while the other face-f***s a blow-up doll with a gun. It's a terrible, hateful, and utterly pointless exercise, which, much like Destricted as a whole, has nothing interesting to say about sex and pornography. Porn can be formulaic, seedy, expressive and shamefully titillating. But anybody who has ever masturbated before will surely know this already, and won't have to put themselves through almost two hours of arty nonsense to come to this realisation.
- tomgillespie2002
- Sep 21, 2016
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Certainly politically correct, that is a danger sign in any film. Politically correct by focusing mostly on men and porn. This film was almost just like any other porn film. The tiny difference being the "art". Strobe light was the "art" in We f...ck alone (it was way too long. I got the "message" after 5 minutes). The "art" in Death Valley was none what so ever. Just a guy masturbating outdoors. I read on IMDb that the "art" was the fact it was shot in that particular valley. If you use your imagination, you can see art in everything. That is wonderful. Hoist was least like a porn, but 15 minutes of a man rubbing his penis to a machine shaft was OK ("art" and everything) for 5 minutes. In the film Impaled we saw the audition room instead of the "bed". It was amusing to see the young guys expressing their sexual desires. The "art" in Impaled was the bad lighting. I would have chosen the virgin. I went to the film expecting nothing, and I got nothing. A man cannot ask for more on a night at the movies.
- dbborroughs
- Jul 10, 2007
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Most of the films in this collection are simply silly. One is at least artistic in the old, wan sense of visual oddity.
There is one interesting one, though. Larry Clark's "Impaled." Its rather clever: young men seeking to get into the "business" are interviewed. All of them are sad losers and that saddest sack of the bunch is selected. He then interviews several women to select the one he wants to screw. They are all pros, and their stories and manner are every bit as sad, but posthope instead.
He selects the oldest; she obviously tries the hardest to entice him. She's 40 and desperate to appear alluring. If we had nothing but her manner, we'd have enough to damn.
He's most excited about anal sex. He ends up getting defecated on, but they soldier on until the end.
Its a great take on the ugly behind of the industry.
Ted's Evaluation -- 3 of 3: Worth watching.
There is one interesting one, though. Larry Clark's "Impaled." Its rather clever: young men seeking to get into the "business" are interviewed. All of them are sad losers and that saddest sack of the bunch is selected. He then interviews several women to select the one he wants to screw. They are all pros, and their stories and manner are every bit as sad, but posthope instead.
He selects the oldest; she obviously tries the hardest to entice him. She's 40 and desperate to appear alluring. If we had nothing but her manner, we'd have enough to damn.
He's most excited about anal sex. He ends up getting defecated on, but they soldier on until the end.
Its a great take on the ugly behind of the industry.
Ted's Evaluation -- 3 of 3: Worth watching.
- Tomsa_Wing
- Sep 28, 2007
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I came across Destricted via an interest in the films of Matthew Barney, most of which I have seen and enjoyed. What I discovered was an extremely mixed bag of films. Through from the ersatz-revelatory documentary of Larry Clark to Richard Prince's House Call, which is quite literally in my opinion, the porn equivalent of Meshes of the Afternoon (whether or not that's a good idea or not is another matter). I've rated the whole movie 6/10 but we're really moving from 1/10 to 10/10 during different segments.
I felt Marina Abramovic's segment "Balkan Erotic Epic" contained some sort of interest, but it felt more like an alternative school history lesson, and lacked any sort of cinematic virtuosity. Simply put the film is about Balkan sex superstitions of the past.
Sam Taylor-Wood's segment is quite simply a man masturbating in Death Valley, what is up with that? I'm sure something was going on for Sam but she quite simply left me almost devoid of context.
Matthew Barney film about a man (The Greenman) 'using' (I am not allowed to write the appropriate word due to the comment guidelines) the drive-shaft of a massive suspended truck is interesting more in concept than in adaptation for the screen where it becomes merely pornographic rather than a thesis on sexual energy. To be fair it's also ripped from the womb of Barney's film De Lama Lamina and is so out of context here that it makes little sense. The driveshaft was lubricated with the faeces of a golden lion tamarin. Those of a nervous disposition stay away!
Marco Brambilla's very short piece was entirely devoid of interest to me, a flutter-by of pastel-coloured porno shots. Perhaps he achieved entirely what he aimed for. It was not exactly engaging. Quite astonishingly this is the guy who directed Demolition Man.
Gaspar Noe's section 'We **** Alone' was perhaps the most interesting of all the films, sex in this piece seem like an adjunct of solipsism (if you want to take each of the individuals involved as masturbators then you can, but for me they are having sex, it's just that we are being shown a visual metaphor of that process, which Noe sees as narcissistic; indeed if you accept the duality then the film is quite potent). He makes the film both numbing and alluring through his use of strobe effects and his soundtrack of heartbeats, breathing, and a baby eerily crying. It's clear that he is also passing a judgement, artistically and politically, which I don't think any of the others achieved (although they may have attempted), specifically with his use of match-cutting with TV porn when he's showing the man.
With Richard Prince's 'House Call' we have another film that is sonically intriguing. The material is almost certainly found footage. But his added value is the way he manipulates it with sounds, in an astounding manner. The story of a woman having sex with a house-visiting doctor becomes psychosexual rather than merely pornographic.
I wouldn't recommend Destricted to anyone I know, because it is extremely sexually graphic and people I know would think I was a weirdo if I started talking to them about it. But if what I've said has piqued your interest, see it by all means.
I felt Marina Abramovic's segment "Balkan Erotic Epic" contained some sort of interest, but it felt more like an alternative school history lesson, and lacked any sort of cinematic virtuosity. Simply put the film is about Balkan sex superstitions of the past.
Sam Taylor-Wood's segment is quite simply a man masturbating in Death Valley, what is up with that? I'm sure something was going on for Sam but she quite simply left me almost devoid of context.
Matthew Barney film about a man (The Greenman) 'using' (I am not allowed to write the appropriate word due to the comment guidelines) the drive-shaft of a massive suspended truck is interesting more in concept than in adaptation for the screen where it becomes merely pornographic rather than a thesis on sexual energy. To be fair it's also ripped from the womb of Barney's film De Lama Lamina and is so out of context here that it makes little sense. The driveshaft was lubricated with the faeces of a golden lion tamarin. Those of a nervous disposition stay away!
Marco Brambilla's very short piece was entirely devoid of interest to me, a flutter-by of pastel-coloured porno shots. Perhaps he achieved entirely what he aimed for. It was not exactly engaging. Quite astonishingly this is the guy who directed Demolition Man.
Gaspar Noe's section 'We **** Alone' was perhaps the most interesting of all the films, sex in this piece seem like an adjunct of solipsism (if you want to take each of the individuals involved as masturbators then you can, but for me they are having sex, it's just that we are being shown a visual metaphor of that process, which Noe sees as narcissistic; indeed if you accept the duality then the film is quite potent). He makes the film both numbing and alluring through his use of strobe effects and his soundtrack of heartbeats, breathing, and a baby eerily crying. It's clear that he is also passing a judgement, artistically and politically, which I don't think any of the others achieved (although they may have attempted), specifically with his use of match-cutting with TV porn when he's showing the man.
With Richard Prince's 'House Call' we have another film that is sonically intriguing. The material is almost certainly found footage. But his added value is the way he manipulates it with sounds, in an astounding manner. The story of a woman having sex with a house-visiting doctor becomes psychosexual rather than merely pornographic.
I wouldn't recommend Destricted to anyone I know, because it is extremely sexually graphic and people I know would think I was a weirdo if I started talking to them about it. But if what I've said has piqued your interest, see it by all means.
- oOgiandujaOo_and_Eddy_Merckx
- Mar 4, 2008
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- manbitesdog-1
- Feb 8, 2006
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- punishmentpark
- Nov 18, 2013
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If anybody takes a brief look at the filmographies of the persons who directed the segments of "Destrictred", he or she will discover that only a few of them are full-time directors. Marco Brambilla, for example, made a couple of movies in the 1990s, while others had never directed a film. So it comes to no surprise that this is a worst-than-irregular film, and that there is little elaboration and sometimes no originality at all in the string of segments that pretend "to illuminate the points where art meets sexuality". Gaspar Noé and Larry Clark are probably the best known directors of the lot, but it is experimental artist Matthew Barney who in my opinion has made a visually striking erotic film piece (that deserves a much higher rating than the 2 points I have given to the whole film), that has little to do with narcissistic penetrations, oral somersaults and other jaded depictions of sex. His art works have already dealt with the matter on the table, and maybe he knows best. Not a good film if you ask me, and a little on the "waste-of-your-time" side.
By far one of the oddest collection of short films I have ever seen, "Destricted" is more of a curiosity than a form of entertainment. As I viewed these experimental films (most of which lack any sort of dialogue or coherent narrative), I began to sense that I had not taken nearly enough film studies courses to appreciate what I was watching. The films range from the simply weird (a montage of a woman—I think—lapping up various viscous substances from a glass table, shot entirely from underneath the table) to the bizarrely erotic (a naked man, with a turnip protruding from his rectum, masturbating against the rotating driveshaft of a tractor). This collection of films contains a great deal of nudity and explicit sex, yet the most interesting film in the bunch is Larry Clark's documentary, which features interviews with a number of mostly ordinary looking young men and haggard-looking porn actresses discussing their sexual experiences. Purportedly a series of auditions for a porn flick, Clark's film culminates with one lucky young man consummating his experience with one of the actresses. This film is interesting in the broadest sense of the word, but certainly not for the modest, the faint of heart, or the easily shocked. Worth seeing, but probably just once.
- gilligan-11
- Jun 17, 2011
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I just watched this film at Sundance. Clearly the most challenging portion of this film for the audience was Gasper Noe's use of strobe for his part of the film titled We F--- Alone. A good fifth of the audience cleared out during We F--- because they were bothered by the strobing. During the Q&A following the film when asked why he used the effect Noe replied, "Because it looks better." The style used in We F--- Alone may not appeal to most audiences, but the premise of the film promised shorts by director's giving their impression of the world of porn and We F--- Alone was obviously Gasper Noe's take on the world of porn.
Other engaging portions of the film included Matthew Barney's Hoist, which involved a man having sex with a industrial machine lifted a dozen feet off the ground; Larry Clarks Doc/ Porn, hosting try outs for young men willing to satisfy their dreams of being a porn star; Marco Brambilla's amazing short splicing together frames from his own porn collection. The rest of the other shorts mixed in seemed to lack depth and were rather bland with the exception of Marina Abramovic's vignettes on superstitious Balkan sexual behavior which was very funny.
The movie is all that is promised and is an absorbing take on porn from these artistic talents. This isn't something to watch on a television and should be experienced in the theater environment.
Other engaging portions of the film included Matthew Barney's Hoist, which involved a man having sex with a industrial machine lifted a dozen feet off the ground; Larry Clarks Doc/ Porn, hosting try outs for young men willing to satisfy their dreams of being a porn star; Marco Brambilla's amazing short splicing together frames from his own porn collection. The rest of the other shorts mixed in seemed to lack depth and were rather bland with the exception of Marina Abramovic's vignettes on superstitious Balkan sexual behavior which was very funny.
The movie is all that is promised and is an absorbing take on porn from these artistic talents. This isn't something to watch on a television and should be experienced in the theater environment.
- filmfortheblind
- Jan 20, 2006
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(Due to the 1000 word limit I've trimmed this review by over a third: apologies if some of the notes on films in this seven-film collection are therefore rather brief.)
Andy Warhol once said, "An artist is someone who produces things that people don't need to have but that he - for some reason - thinks it would be a good idea to give them." Destricted doesn't fit into convenient mainstream or even art-house niches, but is more like a Tate Modern exhibit. It would be hard to identify a 'market' for the film, yet it is undoubtedly of some merit.
Destricted is a collection of shorts linked by a common theme. Two of them are directed by acclaimed film directors and the other five are made by heavyweights (two of them women) from the world of contemporary art. All were invited to make films on their views of sex and pornography.
The films in Destricted are mostly iconographic or impersonal fabrications. They distil essential elements into images that remain long after they are viewed. Each uses different artistic techniques, and each is worthy of serious study - although cinema audiences' reactions may also include boredom and amusement.
The most accessible section of the film (and the most linear in format) is Impaled by Larry Clark. Clark examines the effect pornography has on youngsters, but his film goes further, looking at the human dynamics and insecurities of the porn industry and making a porn film. He interviews young male pornstar wannabees, in discussions that are almost like a shrink session, asking them about their sexual experience, preferences and use of pornography. One of them is a virgin. Many have quite understandable hang-ups about their bodies. Asked what sort of things they would like to do, they all express an interest in anal sex. When they undress, nearly all of them are shaved. These last two characteristics, although only evinced by a minority of the general population, are frequently the norm in pornographic films. The female porn actors interviewed are shown as human and genuinely sensual (unlike the way they are portrayed in porn films), although their comfortable attitude to sexuality threatens to bring out more of the guys' insecurities (a theme that was also explored well in Breillat's Sex is Comedy). The girls prove mostly adept at putting the young man at ease however and he selects the oldest of them (40yrs) to be his 'co-star'. Clark avoids the pitfall of making the film funny or sterile or missing the eventual sex scene. The result is a documentary about porn that is also seamlessly pornographic.
The sense of dislocation is felt even more strongly in House Call by Richard Prince (a twelve minute section). Almost an homage to a golden age of porn, Prince takes the naughty doctor-patient fantasy stereotype but reprocesses his film until the image quality is overrun with graininess and bad lighting. To this, he adds jangling, futuristic music so that, even though the images are very explicit, we are reduced to observing them in a distant, dispassionate way.
Hoist, the fifteen minute contribution by artist Matthew Barney, will be no surprise to fans of his acclaimed Cremaster Cycle. Barney develops cryptic, intricate symbols that draw you in to their artistry long before you decipher them, whether in Freudian or any other terms. He is a very visual artist and can be extremely unsettling, perhaps in the way Dali is. At the start of Hoist, we are not sure what we are looking at. It could be a slug. Very slowly it grows, like a painting that slowly changes. Gradually we become aware that it is in reality something very different to what we had expected. It is a human penis. The ultimate, dystopian contrast occurs in an onanistic union with a deforestation machine.
Balkan Erotic Epic by Marina Abramov is thirteen minutes of amusing but quite instructional scenes re-enacting ancient sexual rites for fertility, warding off evil and the like. It also provides some of the most memorable images, such as the bare-breasted woman repeatedly clutching a skull to her chest in the closing credits. One of the scenes - where men are seen from above, lying face down and copulating with the earth itself, is reminiscent of the work of the photographer Spencer Tunick who stages vast public gatherings of naked people around the world.
Sync by Marco Brambilla is the shortest contribution at less than 2 minutes. Brambilla uses sensory overload in the form of clips, each no more than a few frames in length, from typical hard core features. The resulting choreographed collage (set to loud drum music) is like being hit over the head with Dante-esquire force by images that once would have appeared sexual or arousing.
Death Valley by Sam Taylor-Wood is eight minutes long and puts a Marlboro man type character in one of the hottest infertile places in the world where he 'spills his seed'. Taylor-Wood's work often has the human figure isolated on film, as if she views the body in its most revealing moments as a work of art in itself. Death Valley conveys the loneliness and stigma attached to self-stimulation and is uncomfortable, almost homo-erotic viewing.
Gaspar Noé provides one of the longer segments with We F*ck Alone at 23 minutes. As with his earlier Irreversible, he uses strobes and a heartbeat-like thumping background score to create sensory disorientation. At one point a man puts a gun in sex-toy doll's mouth as he copulates with it. The scene maybe suggests the danger of sexual repression symbolised by solitary pleasure - if the psyche is unable to negotiate normal sexual relations with another person it tends towards force and a desire for dominance. The title is a play on the title of the director's first feature film, I Stand Alone (Seul Contre Tous), a controversial story about despair and loneliness and the resulting sexual pathology.
Andy Warhol once said, "An artist is someone who produces things that people don't need to have but that he - for some reason - thinks it would be a good idea to give them." Destricted doesn't fit into convenient mainstream or even art-house niches, but is more like a Tate Modern exhibit. It would be hard to identify a 'market' for the film, yet it is undoubtedly of some merit.
Destricted is a collection of shorts linked by a common theme. Two of them are directed by acclaimed film directors and the other five are made by heavyweights (two of them women) from the world of contemporary art. All were invited to make films on their views of sex and pornography.
The films in Destricted are mostly iconographic or impersonal fabrications. They distil essential elements into images that remain long after they are viewed. Each uses different artistic techniques, and each is worthy of serious study - although cinema audiences' reactions may also include boredom and amusement.
The most accessible section of the film (and the most linear in format) is Impaled by Larry Clark. Clark examines the effect pornography has on youngsters, but his film goes further, looking at the human dynamics and insecurities of the porn industry and making a porn film. He interviews young male pornstar wannabees, in discussions that are almost like a shrink session, asking them about their sexual experience, preferences and use of pornography. One of them is a virgin. Many have quite understandable hang-ups about their bodies. Asked what sort of things they would like to do, they all express an interest in anal sex. When they undress, nearly all of them are shaved. These last two characteristics, although only evinced by a minority of the general population, are frequently the norm in pornographic films. The female porn actors interviewed are shown as human and genuinely sensual (unlike the way they are portrayed in porn films), although their comfortable attitude to sexuality threatens to bring out more of the guys' insecurities (a theme that was also explored well in Breillat's Sex is Comedy). The girls prove mostly adept at putting the young man at ease however and he selects the oldest of them (40yrs) to be his 'co-star'. Clark avoids the pitfall of making the film funny or sterile or missing the eventual sex scene. The result is a documentary about porn that is also seamlessly pornographic.
The sense of dislocation is felt even more strongly in House Call by Richard Prince (a twelve minute section). Almost an homage to a golden age of porn, Prince takes the naughty doctor-patient fantasy stereotype but reprocesses his film until the image quality is overrun with graininess and bad lighting. To this, he adds jangling, futuristic music so that, even though the images are very explicit, we are reduced to observing them in a distant, dispassionate way.
Hoist, the fifteen minute contribution by artist Matthew Barney, will be no surprise to fans of his acclaimed Cremaster Cycle. Barney develops cryptic, intricate symbols that draw you in to their artistry long before you decipher them, whether in Freudian or any other terms. He is a very visual artist and can be extremely unsettling, perhaps in the way Dali is. At the start of Hoist, we are not sure what we are looking at. It could be a slug. Very slowly it grows, like a painting that slowly changes. Gradually we become aware that it is in reality something very different to what we had expected. It is a human penis. The ultimate, dystopian contrast occurs in an onanistic union with a deforestation machine.
Balkan Erotic Epic by Marina Abramov is thirteen minutes of amusing but quite instructional scenes re-enacting ancient sexual rites for fertility, warding off evil and the like. It also provides some of the most memorable images, such as the bare-breasted woman repeatedly clutching a skull to her chest in the closing credits. One of the scenes - where men are seen from above, lying face down and copulating with the earth itself, is reminiscent of the work of the photographer Spencer Tunick who stages vast public gatherings of naked people around the world.
Sync by Marco Brambilla is the shortest contribution at less than 2 minutes. Brambilla uses sensory overload in the form of clips, each no more than a few frames in length, from typical hard core features. The resulting choreographed collage (set to loud drum music) is like being hit over the head with Dante-esquire force by images that once would have appeared sexual or arousing.
Death Valley by Sam Taylor-Wood is eight minutes long and puts a Marlboro man type character in one of the hottest infertile places in the world where he 'spills his seed'. Taylor-Wood's work often has the human figure isolated on film, as if she views the body in its most revealing moments as a work of art in itself. Death Valley conveys the loneliness and stigma attached to self-stimulation and is uncomfortable, almost homo-erotic viewing.
Gaspar Noé provides one of the longer segments with We F*ck Alone at 23 minutes. As with his earlier Irreversible, he uses strobes and a heartbeat-like thumping background score to create sensory disorientation. At one point a man puts a gun in sex-toy doll's mouth as he copulates with it. The scene maybe suggests the danger of sexual repression symbolised by solitary pleasure - if the psyche is unable to negotiate normal sexual relations with another person it tends towards force and a desire for dominance. The title is a play on the title of the director's first feature film, I Stand Alone (Seul Contre Tous), a controversial story about despair and loneliness and the resulting sexual pathology.
- Chris_Docker
- Sep 23, 2006
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I came across this compilation due 2 directors that I knew and have in my collection. Larry Clark, controversial due using kids picked up from the street and let them do things normal kids won't do or are forbidden to do. His most famous flick is Kids (1995° made in the grunge heydays and Ken Park (2002) were a teenager goes down beneath the mother of his friend to give her some pleasures. A lot of viewers were shocked and the film was never released in the US.
The other director is Gasper Noé which I knew due made also some controversial flicks like Irréversible (2002) and Enter The Void (2009).
Both directors are always on the edge of explicit forbidden nudity (Clark with 18 year old girls going full frontal and Noé by showing a rape going on for minutes) but here in Destricted they go beyond that together with some other directors.
This compilation is called an art-erotic flick but all i can say is that some were indeed art, one short flick is just a fast editing, cut every second of porn flicks. you just don't see anything but it works. To be honest, it only clocks in over 2 minutes and it's worth seeing for the editing alone. But the rest isn't art at all. Maybe Noé's entry is a bit arty. But it's pure porn for minutes made with a strobo. But it's downhill with the art from here. For example Clarks entry clocks in at 39 minutes and it's just guys talking about porn. One guy is ready to talk with porn actresses and while talking to the girls they take of their clothes talking what they do best. But one of the girls wants to show the 22 year old one what it's all about so she seduces him and asks to undress. From their on the guy doesn't know what is going on, first she gives him a blow job, then he may go inside her and even goes in her brownie, then he may do what he wants to end with another blow job.
The worst entry is the Death Valley part, 9 minutes of jerking off and that's it, is that art?
The other entries except for the Balkan story are pure porn. The Balkan story is a bit funny to hear and see and isn't believable even as it is true what the girl is saying.
Overall pure porn here and there and a bit of art. Kleenex lovers will enjoy some parts but again people who thought like me to see an art compilation as promised will be shocked. Hard core it is.
Gore 0/5 Nudity 5/5 Effects 2/5 Story 0/5 Comedy 0/5
The other director is Gasper Noé which I knew due made also some controversial flicks like Irréversible (2002) and Enter The Void (2009).
Both directors are always on the edge of explicit forbidden nudity (Clark with 18 year old girls going full frontal and Noé by showing a rape going on for minutes) but here in Destricted they go beyond that together with some other directors.
This compilation is called an art-erotic flick but all i can say is that some were indeed art, one short flick is just a fast editing, cut every second of porn flicks. you just don't see anything but it works. To be honest, it only clocks in over 2 minutes and it's worth seeing for the editing alone. But the rest isn't art at all. Maybe Noé's entry is a bit arty. But it's pure porn for minutes made with a strobo. But it's downhill with the art from here. For example Clarks entry clocks in at 39 minutes and it's just guys talking about porn. One guy is ready to talk with porn actresses and while talking to the girls they take of their clothes talking what they do best. But one of the girls wants to show the 22 year old one what it's all about so she seduces him and asks to undress. From their on the guy doesn't know what is going on, first she gives him a blow job, then he may go inside her and even goes in her brownie, then he may do what he wants to end with another blow job.
The worst entry is the Death Valley part, 9 minutes of jerking off and that's it, is that art?
The other entries except for the Balkan story are pure porn. The Balkan story is a bit funny to hear and see and isn't believable even as it is true what the girl is saying.
Overall pure porn here and there and a bit of art. Kleenex lovers will enjoy some parts but again people who thought like me to see an art compilation as promised will be shocked. Hard core it is.
Gore 0/5 Nudity 5/5 Effects 2/5 Story 0/5 Comedy 0/5
Gaspar Noe and Mr. Prince are the highlights of this compilation of erotic thrillers. To be honest, I watched this entirely because of Mrs. Nancy Vee who is one of the most sexy, and erotic artists to ever grace the screen of soft core. She's just amazing and in this performance she demonstrates why.
This compilation suits with the adjectives: sexy, dirty, nasty, creative, and funny. So I would recommend it for those who are into indie films and semi exploitation with artistic intentions.
Sure, some of the segments are pretentious but take them for what this is: erotic fun with an edge.
Highly recommended for those like me who are into erotic features and plenty of sexual situations.
This compilation suits with the adjectives: sexy, dirty, nasty, creative, and funny. So I would recommend it for those who are into indie films and semi exploitation with artistic intentions.
Sure, some of the segments are pretentious but take them for what this is: erotic fun with an edge.
Highly recommended for those like me who are into erotic features and plenty of sexual situations.
- insomniac_rod
- Sep 18, 2008
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The set-up for DESTRICTED was both simple and ingenuous, an idea whose time had come. Seven highly regarded visual artists, mostly hailing from the affiliated worlds of cinema and photography, were asked to shoot a short film with pornography as its subject and given total freedom as to their personal interpretation of this assignment. The results are diverse, to say the least, wildly varied in relevance as well as achievement though I would argue that none of the episodes is wholly without interest, this in marked contrast to what the generally lukewarm critical reception would seem to indicate. Being a longtime porno fan rather than a patron of the arts, I will be the first to admit that I might be out of my depth – just a smidgen – as I was relatively unfamiliar with work and background of most of the film's featured artists. Yet a variety of views keeps discussions lively and enlightening and, in that spirit, I would like to put in my two cents worth.
San Francisco's own Matthew Barney, revered and reviled for his gargantuan CREMASTER cycle – which doubled as exhibit installations as well as regular (well ) movies – and something of an upmarket tabloid darling for fathering a love child with Icelandic songstress Björk, shoves "Hoisted" down our collective throats first. An impressively endowed if crud-encrusted "Blooming Greenman" as the credits would have it, performed by Vicente Pinho Neto although several sources claim it's the director himself, makes love to and therefore gradually melds into a towering deforestation machine, with a turnip lodged halfway up his rectum ! Hey, it made me laugh. Unsure of what it's trying to say (if anything), this episode still exerts tremendous fascination out of sheer weirdness, its man merging into machinery theme reminiscent of David Cronenberg taken to visual extremes or Fred Halsted's classic gay short SEX GARAGE. Performance artist Marina Abramovic, daughter of the former Republic of Yugoslavia, injects a seriously whacked out yet admirably straight-faced sense of humor into her "Balkan Erotic Epic" relating a number of peculiar superstitions and sexual practices from the Old Country, illustrated through charmingly crude animation and live action. You haven't truly lived until you have seen the all female choir, encompassing all ages from nubile to pension, passionately rubbing their bare breasts in a plea for their crop's fertility !
Painter/photographer Richard Prince's "House Call" may seem like the most rudimentary installment, shooting a '70s hardcore loop (starring Mike Ranger and a large-breasted lady who looks a bit like Anita Sands from Joe Bardo's DEEP ROOTS but probably isn't, though credits identify the pair as "John Saint John" and "Kora Reed" respectively) off a TV screen with a self-composed organ soundtrack. In retrospect, this technique offers an incisive critique of porn viewing as a solitary (masturbatory ?) action, passive so by association not "responsible" for the visual "act", an excuse men have frequently resorted to in defense to their spouses ! The filming of the monitor removes us one step further still. Italian Marco Brambilla, who directed the okay Sly Stallone/Sandy Bullock sci fi flick DEMOLITION MAN but also the inexcusable Alicia Silverstone fiasco EXCESS BAGGAGE, edited together a huge pile of split second images from anonymous porno features as well as "risqué" mainstream fare such as Chen Kaige's ludicrous KILLING ME SOFTLY and Martin Scorsese's CAPE FEAR remake into a semi-continuous sexual encounter in "Sync", expressions of pleasure and pain – as can be spotted in a few blood-spattered frames – becoming indistinguishable. Sam Taylor-Wood's British and, although the name could go either way, a girl – if not, she would most definitely be a gay guy – as you will be able to tell from "Death Valley", showing a solitary man (Chris Raines) feverishly masturbating in the titular void. Male nudity seems to be prevalent in most episodes, perhaps going some way to explain the lack of enthusiasm in the straight male critic's response. Being queer myself, I take a "different" view, of course !
The contribution of Gaspar Noé, shock auteur of SEUL CONTRE TOUS and IRREVERSIBLE, apparently raised a lot of commentators' expectations to a level he would have trouble living up to, hence the general disappointment. Still, "We F*ck Alone" is a beautifully crafted, eerily strobe-lit juxtaposition of two lonely people separately watching a porn video starring Katsumi and Manu Ferrara. A baby's continuous wails in the background (reality intruding on porno fantasy) underscores a young woman's (Shirin Barthel) self-pleasuring session with a stuffed toy while a cute Goth guy (Richard Blondel) makes use of a gun and a blow up doll. Larry Clark, of KEN PARK infamy, comes up trumps with the misleadingly labeled "Impaled", interviewing a series of regular American boys on their relationship to nowadays readily available explicit imagery, having literally grown up with porn, in a selection process to actually perform with a real adult actress. The remarkably level-headed Daniel ultimately makes the grade and gets to pick a partner from a line-up including the likes of August, Angela Stone and Sativa Rose before settling on nervous, self-deprecating Nancy Vee, star of Kris Kramski's amazing MODELS. At the ripe old age of 40 (reflecting current society's twisted set of values), Vee's pathetically insecure and grateful for the opportunity, remarking how most guys would gladly trade her in for a couple of 20 year-olds ! Clark records yet never judges, treating his physically and emotionally naked subjects with dignity and compassion, ironically resulting in a featurette – at nearly half an hour, it's the most elaborate of the bunch – that's nowhere near as sleazy as some of his full length films like KIDS or BULLY. It may, in fact, be his best work to date as a semi-documentary filmmaker and certainly the most riveting part of this rarely less than intriguing grab bag.
San Francisco's own Matthew Barney, revered and reviled for his gargantuan CREMASTER cycle – which doubled as exhibit installations as well as regular (well ) movies – and something of an upmarket tabloid darling for fathering a love child with Icelandic songstress Björk, shoves "Hoisted" down our collective throats first. An impressively endowed if crud-encrusted "Blooming Greenman" as the credits would have it, performed by Vicente Pinho Neto although several sources claim it's the director himself, makes love to and therefore gradually melds into a towering deforestation machine, with a turnip lodged halfway up his rectum ! Hey, it made me laugh. Unsure of what it's trying to say (if anything), this episode still exerts tremendous fascination out of sheer weirdness, its man merging into machinery theme reminiscent of David Cronenberg taken to visual extremes or Fred Halsted's classic gay short SEX GARAGE. Performance artist Marina Abramovic, daughter of the former Republic of Yugoslavia, injects a seriously whacked out yet admirably straight-faced sense of humor into her "Balkan Erotic Epic" relating a number of peculiar superstitions and sexual practices from the Old Country, illustrated through charmingly crude animation and live action. You haven't truly lived until you have seen the all female choir, encompassing all ages from nubile to pension, passionately rubbing their bare breasts in a plea for their crop's fertility !
Painter/photographer Richard Prince's "House Call" may seem like the most rudimentary installment, shooting a '70s hardcore loop (starring Mike Ranger and a large-breasted lady who looks a bit like Anita Sands from Joe Bardo's DEEP ROOTS but probably isn't, though credits identify the pair as "John Saint John" and "Kora Reed" respectively) off a TV screen with a self-composed organ soundtrack. In retrospect, this technique offers an incisive critique of porn viewing as a solitary (masturbatory ?) action, passive so by association not "responsible" for the visual "act", an excuse men have frequently resorted to in defense to their spouses ! The filming of the monitor removes us one step further still. Italian Marco Brambilla, who directed the okay Sly Stallone/Sandy Bullock sci fi flick DEMOLITION MAN but also the inexcusable Alicia Silverstone fiasco EXCESS BAGGAGE, edited together a huge pile of split second images from anonymous porno features as well as "risqué" mainstream fare such as Chen Kaige's ludicrous KILLING ME SOFTLY and Martin Scorsese's CAPE FEAR remake into a semi-continuous sexual encounter in "Sync", expressions of pleasure and pain – as can be spotted in a few blood-spattered frames – becoming indistinguishable. Sam Taylor-Wood's British and, although the name could go either way, a girl – if not, she would most definitely be a gay guy – as you will be able to tell from "Death Valley", showing a solitary man (Chris Raines) feverishly masturbating in the titular void. Male nudity seems to be prevalent in most episodes, perhaps going some way to explain the lack of enthusiasm in the straight male critic's response. Being queer myself, I take a "different" view, of course !
The contribution of Gaspar Noé, shock auteur of SEUL CONTRE TOUS and IRREVERSIBLE, apparently raised a lot of commentators' expectations to a level he would have trouble living up to, hence the general disappointment. Still, "We F*ck Alone" is a beautifully crafted, eerily strobe-lit juxtaposition of two lonely people separately watching a porn video starring Katsumi and Manu Ferrara. A baby's continuous wails in the background (reality intruding on porno fantasy) underscores a young woman's (Shirin Barthel) self-pleasuring session with a stuffed toy while a cute Goth guy (Richard Blondel) makes use of a gun and a blow up doll. Larry Clark, of KEN PARK infamy, comes up trumps with the misleadingly labeled "Impaled", interviewing a series of regular American boys on their relationship to nowadays readily available explicit imagery, having literally grown up with porn, in a selection process to actually perform with a real adult actress. The remarkably level-headed Daniel ultimately makes the grade and gets to pick a partner from a line-up including the likes of August, Angela Stone and Sativa Rose before settling on nervous, self-deprecating Nancy Vee, star of Kris Kramski's amazing MODELS. At the ripe old age of 40 (reflecting current society's twisted set of values), Vee's pathetically insecure and grateful for the opportunity, remarking how most guys would gladly trade her in for a couple of 20 year-olds ! Clark records yet never judges, treating his physically and emotionally naked subjects with dignity and compassion, ironically resulting in a featurette – at nearly half an hour, it's the most elaborate of the bunch – that's nowhere near as sleazy as some of his full length films like KIDS or BULLY. It may, in fact, be his best work to date as a semi-documentary filmmaker and certainly the most riveting part of this rarely less than intriguing grab bag.
- Nodriesrespect
- Mar 28, 2008
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Well it's not Hardcore but it's definitely above unsimulated sex, Unsimilated Porn I confess but somewhere between these scenes of gyrating full breasts ass naked men pink furry beavers and dangling dongs I feel like a porn paradox is on the cusp of revealing itself. I know it's porn imitating art but who am I to say what beauty is truth and what's just an indulgence. Maybe all the scenes of people not having sex is the farce. The line between purity and perversion is so blurred like the intermission short towards the end showing the hundreds of different people in different sexual positions is really all we boil down too in the end..