The sex scene in Red Cliff, while not exposing naughty
bits, conveys a nice sense of intimate writhing and
intensity. I feel 21st-Century movies in general have
backed away from the discovery in the late 20th that
sex could now be portrayed explicitly other than in porn
(where sex is a boring (MHO) and utterly predictable
relative quickie of pistoning, blurringly fast rubbing
and sucking).
Probably some bukkake thing with Maria Ozawa.
You can't really answer a question like this without sound
pretentious, pervy or coy.
That's sounds like an invite for calvin to me.
Or anything but and between -- certainly not pretentious if taken for
indefinite articles of conditioning, widely variable for biological to
social observances, least to mention psychological dynamics;--
negating perversity for a subset coy modifies, an onus weighted apart
some fuller potential, then becomes contingent to the aforementioned
formulary, for, in some sense to define a perversity conditionally
whereby: a) either of an nature diametrically opposed to some sexual
practise, active engaged, of lesser degrees b) latent/passively "coy"
emphasises within a repressive conflict mechanism common to perhaps
"...as I say and not as I do" syndrome. Offhand, and in my most
humble opinion, but of course.
Certainly incentives rich with potential for a creative medium film
endears, though not without voids inanity or vulgarity pose
deleteriously to abnegate;-- indeed one driven, for a good many I
should think to find themselves subjectively depicting their amorous
intents, thereby raising the bar objectivity as if to say: Yes,
indeed, that's a right way to allude to carnality more or less by an I
as we convivially articulate.
--
The question is, what?
Is this freaking you out?
No, girl.
You know what I like to do sometimes when it's late?
No.
[Dr. White & The Queen of the Undead] -- Men in Black