by Christopher Fulkerson
This movie is for Sex Addiction dropouts. It is actually pretty conventional morality churned out for the Empire, which doesn't want you to have more than one instrument in your music room, and told with slight candor in the tone of Saturday Morning Kiddy Cartoons. I moved on when he got to Strategy #3, namely Honesty, since anyone with common sense knows that in monogamy, honesty creates more problems than it solves. (I noticed that the one who moves on in the cinema scene is depicted as a fat douchebag; this movie has some subtle propaganda against its opposition.) The title would more informatively be I AM IN SEX ADDICTS ANONYMOUS; in the film, the statement "I am a sex addict" would have the same sense that "I am an alcoholic" has at an AA meeting. Though I decided to spend more time on this review than on the movie, everything was pointing to the worst possible tragic ending, that he would give up his unimpressive sex addiction and get married. It's hard to believe that all the women he ever knew were flat. What kind of message is this? By casting flat actresses he, as a would-be Famous Filmmaker (his term), is probably trying to win female viewers who are against polygamy for reasons of deserved insecurity. Clearly, the Empire doesn't allow big boobs; but we knew that. The movie is apparently for flat-chested hungup girls. In the first fifteen minutes our not-so-famous filmmaker didn't hang any lanterns on the happy ending, namely that he would drop his film in mid-production and marry the porn star (though obviously it could not be such an unsexy miscast actress) as one of the wives in his harem, and then complete the picture as a metafilm about the making of a film, so I think that we can assume the proper ending doesn't occur. This movie is obviously secretly about Anna ruling the day at camp and depicting the opposition as a monster. I believe I'll move BIG LOVE up in my queue.
This entry has been updated since it was posted at Netflix. Last updated 11/9/2009.