Body Shots (1999) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
Do you remember the classic and complex
Japanese story "Roshomon", in which several
participants and witnesses, in turn, describe the same
incident? They supply such varied accounts that their
stories tell the audience more about their preconceptions
and prejudices than about the incident itself. Do you remember Classics Illustrated comics, those wonderful little comic book versions of the great works of literature, without which nobody ever would have passed a test on Herman Melville or The House of the Seven Gables? Well, "Body Shots" is the Classics Comics version of Roshomon. Eight people kinda go out together, and pair off. A football star and one of the women end up at her beach house. When the night is over, she thinks she has been raped. He thinks he got laid. |
Both participants seem to be sharing their honest recollections of the incident, and both of them admit to some possibilities for error in their accounts.
We, the audience are not sure whom to believe. It seems to us that they are both telling the truth. |
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The story is
not just about the rape incident itself, but how it affects the group of
eight friends. The movie goes far enough past the rape to show how the incident subtly affects the attitudes
of the other main characters toward one another, because each
character's attitude toward the alleged rape affects the way the other
characters think of him or her. In essence, then, the central rape
incident affects not only the two people involved, and they way in which
they relate to their friends, but the entire core dynamic among the other six friends
as well.
The sub-text of the movie is that their lives are out of control.
Was the beach house incident so different from the other two hook-ups? We are never really told. The movie is much more intelligent and sensitive than the typical offering of this type, as evidenced by its impartial treatment of the conflicting versions, and the fact that the screenwriter allowed the female friends to doubt her account, and the male friends to doubt his. The strongest point of the movie is that it doesn't take sides or force an external viewpoint into the discussions. The weakest point of the film is that it asks its audience to endure a very difficult tone shift that is designed to make one squirm. The first half of the movie can be at times a cynical comedy about relationships, ala Your Friends & Neighbors. Before the incident, there are some pretty amusing and insightful looks at the attitudes of the eight main characters toward dating in the 90's. The cavalier tone of the comedy is broken up by a few moments of gentle poetry. One guy delivers quite an affecting monologue in which he says that "people rarely get close, but they think they are getting close because they are making love, and that forced intimacy always fools them. But if we really got close to all the people we made love to, we wouldn't be so damned lonely, would we?" Yet the second half of the film has no light or gentle moments. It is virtually an unmitigated tragedy when a woman relives the hell of rape, at least as she perceives it, and the other characters discuss that rape. Because of this disturbing tone shift, and because the characters are not very likeable to begin with, most people found it an unpleasant film to watch. I did, too, to be honest, but I also admired the honesty it brought to the subject matter. On the other hand, I am one of the very few people to have reviewed it positively. |
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The DVD has two 103 minute versions of the film (the theatrical version in widescreen and full screen versions), and two 106 minute versions, which add back the footage which had been cut to get an R rating. I didn't compare them to see what's in the extra three minutes. It might have been language rather than nudity. The film includes long, frank, and sometimes humorous discussions of oral sex, analingus, and anal penetration. My favorite scene in the lighter-hearted first half was a funny L.A. classroom where the grave and sober teacher was giving blowjob lessons to a room full of studious women. Tough way to pick up three credits, but probably beats the hell out of reading Moby Dick. Or maybe that's what Moby Dick was about. Maybe Moby was ye olde worde for "sucking". I wouldn't know. I read the Classics Comic version. |
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