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But they are not the only kind, and not all these foreign films are from Europe. Alfonso Cuaron's Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mama Too!), a hit at festivals this fall and scheduled for a March release in the U.S., is a fast, playful Mexican comedy about two teens and an older woman. Julio Medem's Sex and Lucia is a steamy Spanish thriller. Michael Haneke's Franco-Austrian The Piano Teacher, which earned acting laurels for Isabelle Huppert and her costar this year at Cannes, is a fevered, fascinating, often goofy tale of sadomasochism. Nor is the form limited to the young-renegade set; brand-name directors are making sexy films too. The three-part Eros is to be directed by Pedro Almodovar, Wong Kar-wai and the great, 89-year-old Michelangelo Antonioni.
Art-sex films attract respected actors as well. The primal gropers in Patrice Chereau's Intimacy, winner of the top prize at Berlin this year, are Mark Rylance, who runs London's Globe Theatre (where last year he played Hamlet), and New Zealand-born film star Kerry Fox. As Jay and Claire, they meet each week in his dingy London flat for an afternoon of brusque passion; its appeal is its anonymity. But Jay has to learn where his mystery lover comes from. His journey will remove the final veil of flesh--the one that separates two desperate souls. Chereau ultimately pushes the personal drama farther than the sex, as a way of showing how the two are related. What begins as a documentary on coupling ends as a love story.
Baise-moi is the most extreme film of the bunch. Co-directed by the novelist Virginie Despentes and Coralie Trinh Thi, who has worked in the French porn industry, it employs real hard-core scenes, many of them brutal, to illustrate its story of two gals on the run. Manu (Raffaela Anderson) is a porn star, Nadine (Karen Bach) a hooker with a short fuse. Each woman kills a man, and the two go on a shooting and screwing spree across the arid French landscape. Yet for all its graphic excesses, or because of them, Baise-moi is a serious and original work. It starkly portrays a desperation born of disgust, and then an exultation at lurching into a brief, sociopathic freedom. The movie has something else: a charismatic performance from Anderson--she of the sewer mouth and seraphic face.
The heroines of Breillat's best films are younger than the Baise-moi babes: girls trying to fathom sex and romance while in the sights of some very avid men. Fat Girl, Breillat's latest and best work, divides the heroine in two: Elena (Roxane Mesquida), a pretty 15-year-old who already knows her aphrodisiac effect on men, and her sister Anais (Anais Reboux)--fat, sullen and full of resentful love for the girl who invites, into the bedroom they share, a horny rich kid for a night of extended erotic negotiation.
This scene contains hanky-panky the Hollywood solons would never allow, but it is more notable for its delicate juggling of flattery, force and debating skills; the boy is studying to be a lawyer. And all the time Anais watches, as if taking notes for the day (she hopes) when she too will have a man to play with, to treat her roughly, to ruin her. Fat Girl could be a compendium of Hollywood teen movies--it is by turns a story of sisterhood, a coming-of-age comedy and a horror tragedy--if it weren't so tres, tres Breillat. Which, this time, means brilliant.