Sweet Sweetback’s Badasssss Song (1971): As the stereotype goes, Europe is lax about sex, both on- and off-screen. In the ’70s, Denmark even had two mainstream comedy film cycles—the Bedside and Zodiac series—that featured hardcore porking. But America wasn’t completely in the dark ages, at least according to Melvin Van Peebles. The director alleges that the sex scenes in his surprise proto-blacksploition hit were real—with the notable exception of the one featuring his 14-year-old son Mario. He even claims to have contracted an STD. Then again, the restlessly self-promoting Van Peebles has been known to say lots of things.
In the Realm of the Senses (1977): Infamous for its bloody castration climax, Nagisa Oshima’s scandalously true tale is, up to its ending, actually a pretty positive depiction of sex. Most of its length is devoted to slow, satisfying bump-and-grind sessions, showing coitus as a bond that shuts out the world.
Caligula (1979): Originally intending a modest biopic of the deranged Roman emperor, Gore Vidal wound up signing a Faustian deal with Penthouse’s Bob Guccione. He then watched as his vision was sexed up, first by Eurotrash T&A maven Tinto Brass, then further by Guccione himself, who randomly spliced in hardcore orgy and lezzie roundelays. Despite its still-rancid rep, the pricey, all-star porno—$65 mil if made today and featuring a current Oscar nominee—turned a decent profit.
Romance (1999): After a lenghty absence, French provacateur Catherine Breillat pulled a comeback with this sex-tastic art film featuring porn star Rocco Siffredi and, in turn, gave mainstream quasi-pornography a comeback, too. Hence, the real BJs of Intimacy and The Brown Bunny and the various unmentionables of Breillat’s own Anatomy of Hell.
9 Songs (2004): A couple goes to a concert, then retires to the boudoir for real fucking. Repeat nine times.
Shortbus (2006): The rare arthouse film in which the sexual act is boisterously fun. Yes, Virgina, it happens.
A few years before my wife and I met, she made porn with her boyfriend. I was a bit upset when she told me, but the idea of seeing the hottest woman I’ve ever met—and am now married to—doing porn might be really enjoyable.
In honor of PW's "Sexy Issue," we went to one of the sexiest restaurants in town -- Varga Bar -- and got a lesson in how to make a scrumptious salad.
What better way to learn what lurks in the chasm between reality and fantasy—sex and sexy—than from women in the very real business of selling fantasies? PW's Tara Murtha explores the other side of Philly's kinky side.
“It’s porn. It should be fun and humorous. You don’t have to be a complete dirty pornhound to enjoy it, and you don’t have to be a complete right-wing Christian to be against it. There’s a middle ground that a lot of people fall into.”
As she wraps her hands delicately around a teacup, Patricia explains how discomfort and insecurity snuck inside her world. “I was two different people,” she says, “I was a soccer mom with a secret life as a sex addict.”
Convicted baby slayers, lethal arsonists, cop killers and other evildoers—they all languish behind razor wire at State Correctional Institution Greene. Most people wouldn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day weekend there. But one person does.
Aside from munching edible undies, there’s nothing that brings out the goofier side of sex quite like painting on your partner’s sensitive spots. PW's got a few suggestions for that situation -- and a few others.
There are an abundance of theatrical roles that call for a young, good-looking man, and there is little doubt Evan Jonigkeit could float by on his looks alone. The characters he inhabits are typically handsome and know how to use it.
Tradition tells us to rut the day away like frantic animals on February 14. We’re prescribing edible aphrodisiacs because, believe us, we feel your pain. Goodbye emptiness, hello orgasm!
Whether you’re single or partnered, looking for a playmate or drowning in a pool of LGBT inertia, Valentine’s Day fun is yours for the taking this weekend. Stay home and be a Debbie Downer if you like, but don’t blame us.