MATINEE

Matinee

Blue Artichoke Films

Written, Cast, and Directed by Jennifer Lyon Bell

Starring: Alicia Whitsover, Steven McAlistair

Run time: 34 minutes

I'm just starting my acquaintance with Jennifer Lyon Bell of Blue Artichoke Films. I'm lucky enough to be writing a series of articles that enters her purvey for Madison Young's TheWomansPOV.com, and got even luckier when I was able to get a copy of "Matinee" for consideration from her last week. "Matinee" is only a half hour long, and though I wouldn't call it a porn film because it's NOT one, it's still worth mentioning that it packs the emotional range of perhaps fifteen regular porn films into that short amount of time, in a totally unexpected and breathtakingly fresh way. I'm absolutely hooked. Whereas I often send my best sexy movies to friends as gifts, I'm pretty sure this one is going on the shelf in the living room for repeated viewings. Let me try to explain why. I may fall short of the mark: good film-making puts words to shame with the whole "pictures are worth a thousand" thing, and "Matinee" is so powerful that I don't know if even my long-winded ramblings will be able to encapsulate what I mean to convey. But let me try.

"Matinee" shows us an afternoon in the life of a struggling play in a small theater. The lead actress, who's just taken over for another, more famous woman, and the lead actor, a popular Scottish soap opera star making his stage debut, are worried about their onstage chemistry. They just can't seem to get the sexy bits right. He suggests they break routine and try some new blocking since the director's gone that afternoon anyway. She resists, apparently terrified of going too far in front of press and a big talent agent who will be in attendance that afternoon. The tension, as she waits to start the big scene, is powerfully present. And...

Ok, you know from the moment their eyes meet on the stage that she's planning to have sex with him. If you haven't figured that out by the time it happens, sorry for the spoiler, but c'mon, it's right there. She took a condom out of her bag and put it in her pocket before she went onstage, so you're likely to have figured this out. But what you can't have figured out, until you watch this scene, is how different it will be from the sex you expect these two people to have.

Maybe I'm different from the typical viewer; I live in the world of adult entertainment, where every sex scene is pre-planned and performed by mostly-seasoned professionals who go in knowing exactly what to do and how to do it, how to turn their heads to the right side and move their legs so the camera can get in there, and so on. So when I know a sex scene is coming, I expect it to look that way. I expect the performers to be gung-ho, moaning and writhing and hitting all the right spots, no matter what sector of the porn community they usually perform in. Professional adult entertainers are just that: professional. But Jennifer Lyon Bell did not cast porn performers, she cast actors. Actors who had never done explicit sex on camera before. Actors who are skilled at their craft of taking the audience on a journey with them to wherever their characters' minds and hearts are at. And their characters are at an extremely awkward moment in their lives.

The scene between them is fraught, difficult, strained, and absolutely heart-breakingly tense, while managing to be beautiful and revelatory, all at once. While the audience looks on, uncertain about what to make of the events unfolding, the two actors on stage approach each other with no idea what is about to happen: she knows she's going to try to have sex with him in front of a live audience, but he only knows that something has changed in her demeanor, and he's trying to go along with it. As clothing is dropped and pleasure is approached, they go through the hesitant, jerky motions of first-time lovers. They are confused and awkward and utterly self-conscious in front of the audience that they can't forget is there. But their fumbling is raw, unplanned, and real. Sitting at home I was caught between an inability to look away, getting horny, and cringing "Ooooh god it's so awkward" discomfort. And I was hooked.

It's been a while since I've watched a sex scene and gotten SO into it. Whereas usually the sex is the whole point, in this film it's the catalyst for a connection between the actors themselves and the audience they're playing to. There is so much more going on than two people being intimate that the viewer doesn't know what to make of it, but can't help but sympathize and, well, get a little moist, too. The interplay between their desire to transform their on-stage chemistry, their awareness of the huge risk they are taking, their inability to escape the audience's gaze and their simultaneous need for it, their unfamiliarity with each other's bodies, the slowly developing connection between them, and the incredibly meta structure of the whole film as a performance is simply...

Well, back in my McSweeney's days I remember writing a column that called for real films with real sex and real art in them. I knew that these films probably existed out there somewhere, but I didn't know where to look and I was afraid they'd be pretentious French arthouse films I'd have no interest in. Instead, I found "Matinee," an experience that anyone who finds most erotic film missing a real human element absolutely must have.

Well, there. I wish I had more elegant words to describe how I feel about "Matinee," but I really can't do it justice. Just get a copy. I promise you won't be sorry.