Summer is here, baby, that period of never-ending sunlight and pulsating heat. Such a season demands fitting films, ones that languish in the excesses of the body, as temperatures and tensions hit a boiling point. Despite promising a horny and seductive energy to eager movie-going masses, it feels like recent releases have been unable to capture true sensuality and eroticism on film. Has our idea of brazen sexuality become incongruous with what we’ve been promised at the cinema, that we’re being teased without the titillation?
Les mer