Call it cinematic bukkake. Led by maverick pervs Larry Clark and Gaspar Noé, a grab-bag of avant-garde filmmakers unload seven meditations on “the fine line where art and pornography intersect.” And a gargantuan creative wank it is, too.
Deforestation truck as strap-on pseudo-phallus. Comely Balkan wenches juggling mammaries like dead aliens. A guilty loner beating his meat in the desert... Sync’s witty sizzle-reel of porno money-shots is a rare burst of style and smarts, but Noé’s own strobing sense-assault We Fuck Alone is beyond woeful.
All, though, is redeemed by Clark’s superb 38-minute portion Impaled. Probing a series of young men on their experiences with porn and sex, Clark then invites one of them to interview a series of adult-movie stars. The kicker? They get to screw their favourite. Larry films. We watch. Simple, surprising and hugely revealing. Not so the DVD, devoid of any bonus commentaries or interviews.
