Gregg Araki's "I Want Your Sex" is a return to form for the director, despite not quite hitting all the right notes. This racy workplace sex farce is reminiscent of Halina Reijn's more serious erotic drama "Babygirl," with which Araki has often been compared. The story follows Elliot (Cooper Hoffman), an introverted college graduate who finds himself ensnared by his seductive older boss, Erika Tracy (Olivia Wilde).
The film starts as a campy mystery, with Elliot stumbling out of a daze to the mansion swimming pool of his employer only to find her naked and face down in the water. As he's interrogated by detectives, his recollections return to a few months prior, where we're introduced to the movie's major players. Desperate for a job, Elliot applies to be Erika's assistant, where he studies up on her verbose proclamations on modern art – delivered in the nude.
Wilde gives a marvelous performance as an unhinged sex monster whose sociopathic selfishness runs deeper and darker than you might expect. Despite dressing and behaving with a sense of sexual emancipation, her views on erotic photography seem to shift depending on who she's talking to. Meanwhile, Hoffman delivers a physically expressive performance that is both cutesy and comically perplexed.
However, the film's approach to sexuality can be clunky at times, hitting you over the head with finger-wagging conversations that feel self-defeating. Araki positions "I Want Your Sex" as a film of permission to let loose and live, but it's hard not to wonder if this is exactly the right venue for such a statement.
Despite these issues, there's a tremendous amount of fun to be had in the performances, particularly Wilde's, which hides pulsing anxieties in plain sight. The film may not have much to say about sex or relationships, but its livewire comic scenarios yield raucous and sexually charged entertainment seldom seen in Hollywood of late.
"I Want Your Sex" is a welcome departure from the self-imposed norms that stifle sexual expression, despite the cinematic ground broken by Araki and his ilk over several decades. The film may be a reminder that there's still room for raunchy, entertaining trash in the American indie scene – and Wilde delivers it with aplomb.
The film starts as a campy mystery, with Elliot stumbling out of a daze to the mansion swimming pool of his employer only to find her naked and face down in the water. As he's interrogated by detectives, his recollections return to a few months prior, where we're introduced to the movie's major players. Desperate for a job, Elliot applies to be Erika's assistant, where he studies up on her verbose proclamations on modern art – delivered in the nude.
Wilde gives a marvelous performance as an unhinged sex monster whose sociopathic selfishness runs deeper and darker than you might expect. Despite dressing and behaving with a sense of sexual emancipation, her views on erotic photography seem to shift depending on who she's talking to. Meanwhile, Hoffman delivers a physically expressive performance that is both cutesy and comically perplexed.
However, the film's approach to sexuality can be clunky at times, hitting you over the head with finger-wagging conversations that feel self-defeating. Araki positions "I Want Your Sex" as a film of permission to let loose and live, but it's hard not to wonder if this is exactly the right venue for such a statement.
Despite these issues, there's a tremendous amount of fun to be had in the performances, particularly Wilde's, which hides pulsing anxieties in plain sight. The film may not have much to say about sex or relationships, but its livewire comic scenarios yield raucous and sexually charged entertainment seldom seen in Hollywood of late.
"I Want Your Sex" is a welcome departure from the self-imposed norms that stifle sexual expression, despite the cinematic ground broken by Araki and his ilk over several decades. The film may be a reminder that there's still room for raunchy, entertaining trash in the American indie scene – and Wilde delivers it with aplomb.