I'd like to reveal something which might shock and disturb you. If I present it correctly, it will hopefully shock AND disturb you.
I have never been to a sex party.
Yes, now I know what you're thinking: "But Rich 'Lowtax' Kyanka, you run a website! The chicks just gotta be throwing themselves all over you!" Ah, that is a common misconception my friend. Although webmasters like Steve and Maarten from The Shugashack often post exciting stories about the last Hollywood sex orgy they were in, and online personalities like Chris "Outcast" O'Brien often brag of the "hot and spicy" action he had at the children's petting zoo, I have yet to experience a sex party myself. Heck, at the last party I attended, the most exciting thing to happen was when I saw a millipede and nearly passed out. Notice I didn't bring up the fact that I had spent all night drinking beer, but instead I cleverly linked the passing out incident with seeing the millipede. Also notice that by admitting this fact, I revealed that I am not only a wuss, but a poor liar and a person who can't hold his alcohol. I guess that answers why I haven't been invited to any sex parties.
The whole sex party topic popped (pun intended) into my mind when I was flipping through channels and stumbled upon the film which might've been responsible for killing Stanley Kubrick, "Eyes Wide Shut." If you haven't had the pleasure of watching this before, allow me to summarize. WARNING: I'd like to preface this mini-review by first admitting I don't like "artsy" films. I don't even like artsy art. People keep attempting to convince me that stuff like Exploding Dog is the most genius work of art since the last genius work of art that I didn't enjoy. To me, Exploding Dog is just a bunch of stick figures with rejected Family Circus captions. The same applies to art movies as well; if I have to consult a Congressional task force just to determine the plot of a movie and what I should be getting from it, I probably won't enjoy it.
SA'S MINI-REVIEW OF "EYES WIDE SHUT": Tom Cruise is married to Nicole Kidman. They're both rich and affluent (NOTE: as far as I can tell, the term "affluent" means "really rich") thanks to Tom Cruise being the world's best doctor. In fact, he's such an incredible doctor that he manages to stay both rich AND affluent despite the fact that he only spends 20 seconds a day working. The remaining 23 hours and 59 minutes of his day are used to think about sex, watch people have sex, and think about watching people have sex. I assume he's paid by the hour and not by the amount of patients he services, unless the term "services" is used very broadly in his contract.Picture from the horribly un-erotic orgy scene in "Eyes Wide Shut." This alone made me despise sex in all forms.
They both attend a party thrown by some affluent person who doesn't mind spending millions of dollars on garish lighting bills. While Cruise goes off to flirt with two supermodels and play an exciting party game entitled "Revive the Hooker", Kidman gets drunk and is hit on by an old man. After failing to have sex with any living creatures at the party, they both go home so Kidman can get stoned and become frighteningly obnoxious. Kidman reveals that she almost had an affair with somebody and Cruise reveals that he's supposed to be playing a sensitive character. Since he's so sensitive and emotional, Cruise leaves for his mandatory 20 seconds of work, then goes to purchase a hooker (which is obviously covered under his insurance policy). Unfortunately he doesn't get a chance to "do the dirty deed" with the hooker because his wife calls and reminds him that despite this being a film about sex, Kubrick doesn't want any of the main characters to actually HAVE sex. They can allude to it and watch other people do it, but under no circumstances should they actually partake in it. Having sex might actually make this film somewhat entertaining or watchable, and Kubrick obviously didn't want to be a jerk and wake up the audience at any point throughout this movie.
Cruise eventually meets up with his old friend, a piano-playing guy who is the first character to be introduced without a truckload of over-the-top sexual references. Luckily it takes him only a few minutes to reveal he's being paid to play the piano for an orgy in a few hours. This piques the interest of Cruise, who has been instructed by Kubrick to "not have sex in as many fake New York locations as possible." Since this film was supposed to be about the dehumanization of sex or the lack of commitment to marriage or how critics will give a positive review to any movie they think is supposed to be "artsy", Cruise has to purchase a face mask and cape for the orgy. I'm not sure, but by all conventional standards, one would think that the inability to use one's mouth during an orgy might severely hinder the erotic possibilities. My guess turned out to be correct, and the orgy ends up having the raw erotic power of a Home Depot newspaper insert.
The mystery and danger really starts to pile up at this point, although I'm not quite sure why. Everything ends up being drowned out by the atrocious film score, which was composed by a drunk parrot repeatedly hopping on three piano keys. Some people die, some other people have sex (never with Cruise or Kidman), and the film ends a few days later.
Kubrick was extremely secretive while making this film. He claimed he didn't want the "plot" to be leaked, but that's obviously bullcrap. "Eyes Wide Shut" didn't have a plot. It was about two people who don't have sex, and the rest of the world that has too much sex. I think Kubrick was just afraid people would find out that despite his talent to light rooms and use camera filters, the film he wanted to pass off as "artsy" wasn't really much more than Tom Cruise acting constipated and walking across the same 50 feet of street repeatedly while anti-erotic sexual acts are performed in the background. If "Eyes Wide Shut" accurately portrays the whole "sex party world", I guess I should be thankful I haven't been invited to one yet. Plus I just can't afford a pelican mask and cape, so it all works out.
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