In Sydney, partners in hetero couples confess their secret yearnings for special experiences to enhance orgasmic intensity.
While convention might consider the centre of human sexual satisfaction to be between the thighs, the reality is that its true engine lies between the ears. Acknowledging this, Lawson’s film shuns visual exposure in favour of external behaviour stimuli. Foreplay consists mostly of participants talking about how they want things to proceed.
A film canvassing intimate practices that few would reveal to even closest friends (unless, of course, group sex is their thing) manifests Lawson’s courage in choosing his film’s theme, restraining it within reasonable bounds of community standards. The result does little to advance public awareness of the infinite variety of sexual technique. For that, you must visit the internet!
In the film’s most challenging session, a Skype conversation between a deaf mute man and a female call-centre signer lists inter alia a catalogue of erotic variability. Delivering gifts of home-baked gingerbread men to make neighbourhood acquaintances, newcomer Steve (Kim Gyngell) ends each conversation by saying that Federal law requires him to reveal that he’s a convicted sex offender. Section 51 of the Constitution is an entertaining read, but nowhere does it mention sex.
At Capitol 6 and Palace Electric