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Every once in awhile, a film comes out promising sexually-daring cinema, but has nothing really to say about the subject.  Shortbus is another one, where the sex in the film is real, but so fucking what?

It concerns a couples therapist, Sofia (Sook-Yin Lee) who has never had an orgasm and her husband Rob (Raphael Barker) and a gay couple known as “The Jamies” (Paul Dawson as “James” and PJ DeBoy as Jamie) who are considering opening their relationship.  And there are ancillary characters including a dominatrix Severin (Lindsay Beamish) and a voyeur/stalker named Caleb (Peter Stickles), among others.  They all meet at a New York apartment/club called “Shortbus” where anything goes in the world of sex.  Anyone who walks through this place and can’t get laid is a eunuch.

The film is framed with abnormal and healthy, gay and straight, sex, with some in the middle, doing its best at “mainstream” pornography.  But I’m sure Mitchell would do his best to tell you that the movie isn’t about open-minded hay-rolling as much as it’s about relationships and how the deed affects love.  It was done better and more subtly in sex, lies, and videotape, Steven Soderbergh’s breakthrough film which didn’t have anything explicit except language.

The movie’s conclusions just feel absolutely wrongheaded.  Considering the number of balls that are shown in this film, it has no balls to come to any conclusion about what people can learn from all of this, unless the lesson is to try as many “open-minded” things as possible until one figures out what they like.  For that, I have a line that scene-stealer Justin Bond cracks during the movie: It’s like the sixties, only with no hope.