Friend Incest, Intimacy Porn, and Dionysiac Lite

Now come the twentysomethings’ turn. “Sex and Breakfast” tracks two couples (“Home Alone’s” all-grown up Macauley Culkin, Kuno Becker, Alexis Dziena and Dushku) who’ve lost the passion in their relationships and consult a therapist who advocates communal sex. Still, Dushku points out, the movie is less risqué than your average Paris Hilton sex tape.

“It wasn’t about the sex so much, than about the feeling, the confusion, the experimentation,” she says. “Those are really honest things that aren’t necessarily explored in the movies I’ve seen. Relationships can be so maddening and just all over the map. Of course, the sex is a major part of it, but it goes so much deeper.” — LA Times

What’s a blogger to say? Forget gay marriage, frazzled Christian soldiers. This is the door to doom. The pathetic and preposterous conceit of having therapeutic authority set this ‘plot’ into motion is, of course, unnecessary, as many of the LA Times’ own readers must know. In the good old days our orgies were special events — weeklong pansexual frenzies that brought ancient society to a momentary dead stop and left potent reminders of the depths of our animal selves. Now the authority of monstrosity has been replaced by an authority vacuum. Our orgies today are lame attempts to patch up the cracks in the psyches of damaged little emotional orphans by collective ‘friend incest’. The latchkey aesthetic reaches its nadir. What’s grosser than gross? Intimacy porn. Next!

Crossposted at Postmodern Conservative.