middle age male directors


sure make a lot of lady-love movies.

Wonder what they're motivation is?

Oh yeah, art

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I don't care what their motivation is, I'm just glad they make them – because if this is an example of what a middle-aged male director makes, then more power to him! Speaking as a woman, I love it!

I know a lot of female viewers claim that this is nothing but a male fantasy, but I think that they must be jaded for some reason or another and refused to allow themselves to really enjoy the film. Because it's a very beautiful film, one of the most beautiful I've ever seen!

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they are all middle aged male masturbation fantasies, typically hiding behind progressive politics. This has been the way with middle aged bohemians since Swinburne. Of course such art or rather barely sublimated 'wank' fantasies mesh perfectly with Hollywood's own obsessions, hence the gushing reviews that follow every time an old man in a director's chair reaches into his pants for inspiration

It's getting old and tired. As old as the directors themselves and as tired as their flaccid members

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Well, this can't all be male fantasies – because I'm a woman, and this film fit my idea fantasy pretty well!

In any case, I don't care why this movie was made or by whom, as long as I enjoyed it – which I most certainly did!

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of course; it's the conjunction of middle aged male jerk-off fantasy and feminist jerk off fantasy. The latter goes without saying, but it's as much political as 'sexual'. In our world pornography + social engineering = art

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I'm not a feminist, and I don't consider this film to be porn. Close, yes, but not quite. It's much too emotionally driven and heartfelt to be lumped in with porn, just because beautiful women in the nude happen to be loving each-other in it.

If anything, this film is like one of those Renaissance paintings of the same ilk. And most people see a difference between nudity and scenes of "love-making" vs. crude and mechanical "sex".

In a phrase, sex, where the desire to simply "fVck" is the driving force = porn. But, sex, where love or a sense of romance and beauty is the driving force = art. This film shows us the latter.

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I meant the genre - is a conjunction of middle aged male + feminist jerk off fantasy. Feminism is a lot keener on lesbian sex than hetero and so are the male pornographers who direct these films - very often because their politics are feminist sympathetic.

As for comparing something like this to a renaissance painting...that's obscene

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As for comparing something like this to a renaissance painting...that's obscene
I don't think so. In fact, I think that was the idea behind having those paintings all over the walls and so close in view throughout the movie.

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so a sleazy male porno-art-film references and exploits genuine art while trying to suck in neurasthenic teenage masturbators in the hope they'll buy cinema tickets and some kleenex

Stupid debased age we live in when stuff like this passes for art

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With this movie specifically, I'll cut the director some slack since it's pretty much just a loose English-language remake of one of his earlier films, En La Cama.

En La Cama was pretty much Room in Rome but with a straight couple. Also, the dialogue in that one was in Spanish (his native tongue) and this movie is meant for an English speaking audience.

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It seems like a glorified skinamax movie. Not that that's a bad thing.

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As a fan of Skinemax B-movies, I completely concur.

It's also a lot better than Blue Is The Warmest Color, which pretty much was a male jerk off fantasy with far more delusions of grandeur, way more pretentiousness, and the guy who directed that one was an actual creep.

Don't get me wrong, there's still some of that arthouse pretentious smugness in Room in Rome but it's nowhere near as bad as Blue Is The Warmest Color and it generally feels a bit more earnest and enjoyable.

As far as anyone knows, the director of Room In Rome didn't creep on the actresses like Kechiche did.

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