Bliss is psychological, Bliss is sexually Educational, Bliss is poetry, Bliss is a dream
...At the same time, Bliss is also sort of pretentious in that it thinks it is making important or original statements. At the most basic level, Bliss is about a couple who have trouble in bed, but it is in the way this is sold that makes the movie feel refreshing, and unique. Bliss is about as bold as they come. It succeeds in being erotic without being gratuitous and the photography is exceptional. Cinematic sex never looked so up close or intimate, not just physically but in words. David Cronenberg's Crash is the only film of the top of my head which may be able to match Bliss for....well.....detail.
What I think could use a tune up about Bliss is Sheryl Lee. You get the sense that the material is a bit beyond her, perhaps a bit too distant. She has a bit of trouble breathing life into her role. This is essential seeing as she is the catalyst for the story. Her inability to have an orgasm puts enough pressure on her husband to seek out a rogue sexual therapist who agrees to train him in the art of making love (using nine stages of intimacy, if I quote him correctly).
Bliss is not for credibility-obsessed viewers, nor is it a film for the impatient or the immature. It is sexuality on a professional level. It might not perfect but It certainly stands out, and is certainly recommendable.
...At the same time, Bliss is also sort of pretentious in that it thinks it is making important or original statements. At the most basic level, Bliss is about a couple who have trouble in bed, but it is in the way this is sold that makes the movie feel refreshing, and unique. Bliss is about as bold as they come. It succeeds in being erotic without being gratuitous and the photography is exceptional. Cinematic sex never looked so up close or intimate, not just physically but in words. David Cronenberg's Crash is the only film of the top of my head which may be able to match Bliss for....well.....detail.
What I think could use a tune up about Bliss is Sheryl Lee. You get the sense that the material is a bit beyond her, perhaps a bit too distant. She has a bit of trouble breathing life into her role. This is essential seeing as she is the catalyst for the story. Her inability to have an orgasm puts enough pressure on her husband to seek out a rogue sexual therapist who agrees to train him in the art of making love (using nine stages of intimacy, if I quote him correctly).
Bliss is not for credibility-obsessed viewers, nor is it a film for the impatient or the immature. It is sexuality on a professional level. It might not perfect but It certainly stands out, and is certainly recommendable.