Année : 2004

Real sex makes it to the screen so seldom that it is freeing to see actors allowed to do what lovers do in real life: enjoy each other’s scents, juices, contours. When Michael Pitt lies with his head on Eva Green’s crotch, nuzzling her pubic hair with his nose or twirling it between his fingers, you feel the bracing pleasure of having common experience acknowledged on the screen. Art isn’t always about telling us what we don’t know. It’s also about publicly telling us what, because of politeness or our own timidity, we don’t admit to knowing.

Charles Taylor reviews The Dreamers on Salon.

You Mac heads are going to love this movie for the future.

Linked via Darren Barefoot.

What about the female technosexuals? Can such a thing exist? Montalvo admits, « Women have always had style, so I tend to think that they would define their own movement, which I would love to see. If [they] were working wirelessly at a caf�, pulled out a PDA, or mentioned the word Bluetooth, then maybe I’d say [they were] headed in the right direction. »

Until the great FemGeek revolution, feminists seeking out geek-equality can either insist on redefining technosexual once again or adopting the suggested « technosexualista » or « technodiva. » An easier alternative would be to simply switch the O to an A to become technasexual.

From Enter the Technosexual, by Katharine Miller, on AlterNet.

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