Gregg Araki's latest endeavour, I Want Your Sex, is a tame take on his usual brand of provocative, offbeat romps. The director, known for films like The Doom Generation and Smiley Face, has been absent from the Sundance scene since 2010's Kaboom, but his return to the festival with this new film raises more questions than it answers.
At its core, I Want Your Sex is a film about artist Erika Tracy (Olivia Wilde), a provocateur who toys with her assistant Elliot (Cooper Hoffman). Their relationship is a masterclass in old-school femme fatale charm, with Wilde bringing an undeniable magnetism to the role. However, it's a magic trick that wears off once you notice the lack of tension between the leads.
The film's attempt to explore themes of age, sex, and generational differences falls flat due to miscasting. Hoffman struggles to match Wilde's level of charisma, and their on-screen chemistry is nonexistent. The script's didactic approach to these issues only serves to highlight its shortcomings, as Araki never quite finds his footing.
The plot is a meandering mix of hijinks, including a lackluster threesome and a murder mystery that fizzles out. While the film's visuals are, as expected, vibrant and playful, they're not enough to carry the dull narrative forward. The pacing feels sluggish, with long stretches of uneventful content that fail to hold the viewer's attention.
Ultimately, I Want Your Sex feels like a missed opportunity. Araki's signature irreverence is MIA, replaced by a tone that's more cheeky than raunchy. Wilde shines in her role, but even she can't elevate the material to make it compelling. This 90-minute romp feels longer than that, and its failure to deliver on its promise of shock, arousal, and debate leaves the viewer underwhelmed.
The film is screening at Sundance, and with a distributor in tow, one wonders if this will be Araki's ticket back to relevance or just another misfire. Only time will tell if I Want Your Sex can recapture the magic that made its director an enfant terrible of the indie scene.
At its core, I Want Your Sex is a film about artist Erika Tracy (Olivia Wilde), a provocateur who toys with her assistant Elliot (Cooper Hoffman). Their relationship is a masterclass in old-school femme fatale charm, with Wilde bringing an undeniable magnetism to the role. However, it's a magic trick that wears off once you notice the lack of tension between the leads.
The film's attempt to explore themes of age, sex, and generational differences falls flat due to miscasting. Hoffman struggles to match Wilde's level of charisma, and their on-screen chemistry is nonexistent. The script's didactic approach to these issues only serves to highlight its shortcomings, as Araki never quite finds his footing.
The plot is a meandering mix of hijinks, including a lackluster threesome and a murder mystery that fizzles out. While the film's visuals are, as expected, vibrant and playful, they're not enough to carry the dull narrative forward. The pacing feels sluggish, with long stretches of uneventful content that fail to hold the viewer's attention.
Ultimately, I Want Your Sex feels like a missed opportunity. Araki's signature irreverence is MIA, replaced by a tone that's more cheeky than raunchy. Wilde shines in her role, but even she can't elevate the material to make it compelling. This 90-minute romp feels longer than that, and its failure to deliver on its promise of shock, arousal, and debate leaves the viewer underwhelmed.
The film is screening at Sundance, and with a distributor in tow, one wonders if this will be Araki's ticket back to relevance or just another misfire. Only time will tell if I Want Your Sex can recapture the magic that made its director an enfant terrible of the indie scene.