Shortbus

I’ve always been rather self conscious of being tall thin avg guy with avg appendage- but SHORTBUS made me realize everyone has something they don’t like about themselves and now I have a “fuck em’ if they can’t like me for myself!” Great movie.

for as much as this revolves around sex, I actually didn't think it came off as a sleazy exploitation in-the-name-of-art type film like I was sort of expecting. there's enough substance to it. that being said, was it great? also not really, lol.

Nice to see human sexuality as part of the larger plot, from a whole individual, to all other combinations of love & sensuality. Some will see this as shocking, while others embrace the openness portrayed here.

The real Sex and the City. Oh, and this has one of the greatest opening sequences of all time.

Various people indulging in, and doing a great deal of navel-gazing about, sex. Maybe you'll find that more interesting than I did.

Interesting script and overall outline does not measure up to the amateurish acting and direction

No artistic value except explicit sex.

its really awkward at parts but it comes down to just pure awful acting that induces shear paralyzing bordum

Warm-hearted and humorous. It becomes disjointed after about an hour. This is because although it's really Sofia's story, the eternally weepy suicidal James steals the show from her, so the sudden happy endings all round are doubly disconcerting. It's the Daily Mail's most hated film of all time (before that, it was Meet the Feebles), so it's essential viewing, Ted!

While Shortbus is sexually progressive and features plenty of colorful LGBT characters, it can't sustain its initial promise and ends up running out of steam, collapsing under the weight of its own empty sentimentality that is rooted in a message that isn't all that profound to begin with. The first forty-five minutes or so are constantly funny and contain genuinely affecting moments, the unsimulated sex scenes refreshing in an industry where it's rare to even see an erect penis, but after it lays the groundwork for what it's trying to say it veers off into some less interesting territory, leaning hard on cheesy, simplistic "free love" lessons and giving way too much screen time to maudlin pseudo-indie/folk singers. It reaches for profundity late in the game and consistently falls short, attempting to juggle commentary on post-9/11 disconnect, fantasy sequences, depressive episodes, and explicit sex scenes without much success before its last-ditch attempt to tie everything up, a sloppy and embarrassingly earnest sing-along that feels disappointingly anti-climatic for a film that initially seemed so self-assured and so willing to resist banal normality.