“Here is my final point. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography and smoking and everything else. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?” ~Bill Hicks
A nonsmoker is forced to find food, but for a smoker breakfast can be a cigarette and a cup of bad coffee. ~Brock Fiant
The Germans are the most philosophic people in the world, and the greatest smokers: now I trace their philosophy to their smoking. Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly. ~George Borrow
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9½ Weeks is a 1986 erotic drama film directed by Adrian Lyne and starring Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger. The film is based on the novella of the same title by Elizabeth McNeill.
The film was not a major success commercially in the United States, grossing USD $7 million in box office receipts alone, and was very badly received by critics. Despite its moderate success in North America, the film acquired a large fanbase on video and was a huge success internationally.[citation needed] The film is now well known for its erotic sadomasochistic content.
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They often try out a variety of diverse sexual and erotic acts, including a scene in which John teases her body with ice while she's blindfolded; a scene in which Elizabeth takes off a tuxedo and has sex with her partner in a rainy brick alley stairway; and Basinger's now iconic striptease to Randy Newman's "You Can Leave Your Hat On," as performed by Joe Cocker.
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This film was Kim Basinger's first starring role in a major motion picture, although many of the erotic scenes featured a body double. Director Adrian Lyne used emotionally manipulative tactics on Basinger during the shooting to elicit the performance he wanted from the somewhat new actress, which Basinger later criticized harshly. For example, Lyne did not allow Rourke and Basinger to talk to each other off-set. The two were kept isolated from each other and Lyne would tell Basinger rumors about Rourke intended to make her like or dislike him so that she would carry that attitude into the scene.
Lyne would also offer Rourke performance notes, but Basinger none, in order to unnerve her. In a very unusual and expensive move along these lines, Lyne shot the film sequentially, so that Basinger's actual emotional breakdown over time would be effectively translated to the screen.
To say that a movie features one of the best lesbian sex scenes in cinema is quite rightly a dubious assertion; to say this as a male critic of a movie directed by a man, exponentially so. And yet, in spite of the onanistic, unsavory, and altogether meatheaded way such a statement sounds, I am still tempted to make this claim of Donald Cammell’s Wild Side—but not, of course, for the obvious reasons.
To be sure, the scene is erotic—film Joan Chen and Anne Heche rolling around naked in a bed in the mid-90’s, and I don’t see how you could fail to produce something at least mildly titillating. But what makes their scene together genuinely lovely, even touching (and what takes them well beyond the realm of your average Girls Gone Wild installment), is its tone—deeply personal, slightly distant, and vaguely melancholy. Like few sex scenes in film, it is intimate to the point of excluding its audience, and much like the analogous scene in Roeg’s Don’t Look Now, it allows the spectator to witness an extremely private moment, but one to which the spectator is afforded no emotional access. Most depictions of sex on film seek to replicate a semi-cosmic, time-collapsing experience of lovemaking, but here we are simply watching others passionately engaged in it. We are not treated to breathy close-ups or detailed clinches; rather we remain over the covers and across the room, an observer of an act of love (and, yes, it is love) to which we are not invited.
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