Bee-stung lips, silicon breasts, toned abs - - none of these is on show in Intimacy. Patrice Chéreau's first film in English - - after the likes of La Reine Margot and Ceux Qui M'aiment Prendront Le Train - - is anti-Hollywood when it comes to portraying sex on screen. His stars have unwaxed, liposuction-free bodies, they make love in a naturally clumsy manner that's not given a false, erotic edge by camera choreography, and the explicit material (an unadorned shot of a blow-job has been left uncut by British censors) is compelling but far from titillating. This is desire and obsession as it really is - - complete with joy and despair, pain and confusion.
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