Amy's Orgasm

I really liked this film. As a man, I am sure that this was driven by the fact that Julie Davis is a hottie who wore very sexy clothing. I also enjoyed the several hot sex scenes. (Face it. Isn't this one reason that Sex and The City is so popular.)

This really was the kind of movie that a man a woman watch right before they have sex. This isn't a bad thing.

This movie was supposed to be wierd in the first place. The confessions to a horny priest, the shooting, the voices yammering in her head where designed to be quirky. Rather than analyse the heck out of the movie, I just let it be what it was.

I have heard that this is an ultra low budget film. Yet, the quality of the shooting seems very good.

I also liked the fact that Julie David didn't go for some super smooth skinned beauty to play the part. She looked like a real woman and therefore, was irresistable.

Romantic comedies of today tend to be mindless and cute and sappy anyways. So the ending of the film was status quo.

I recommend it.

Julie Davis directs, writes and stars in this more often than not frustrating comedy. A self-help author(Davis) goes against the grain of a book that skyrocketed her to fame. She convincingly writes about why love does not work; because love is just dressed up sex. Hasn't sex always been about command and power? Probably too educated for her own good...the young writer finds herself falling for a radio shock-jock(Nick Chinlund)with a well known reputation for his four month romances with cover girls and air heads he interviews on his show.

The dream/fantasy scenes if not titillating can easily become frustrating. The young woman fends off her publicist's(Caroline Aaron) lesbian advances. And confessions to her foul-mouthed priest(Jeff Cesario)are actually entertaining. This movie is like waiting for that kiss at the end of a date...and it doesn't come.

This movie is nothing but a tease...offering all sorts of insights into the way women and men inter-act but in the end offering only shallow platitudes.

The use of the confessional as the way of hearing Amy's inner thoughts was nothing but a glib gimmick...completely unbelievable.

The acting was wooden and unimpressive, and I couldn't recognise any of the stars. Nor will I be looking for them in another movie any time soon.

This is a poor imitation of Sex And The City, and comparisons with Woody Allen are hopeful at best, and laughable at worst. It all seemed like a stand-up routine taken too far.

And what is it with movies about women who write books about how they don't need men, and then fall in love? Change the formula!

In the context of grand cinema, "Amy's Orgasm" is a zit. However, in the context of romcom fare, this flick is somewhere around the middle of a very large heap. A naive but lively Niagara of prattling about the usual stock love vs sex stuff we've all seen before, "Amy's O" does little to distinguish itself and will probably play best with teen females at sleep-overs because of the in-your-face vulgarities, sexual emphasis, and obvious girl power bent. Passable stuff for the public at large, "Amy's O" is a marginal though worthy effort for a relatively young auteur who apparently put this flick together almost single handedly. (C)

I ran into this movie late one night on the Independent Film Channel on satellite. I was flipping channels and it grabbed me. Light hearted, tongue in cheek sort of campy. Let the concerns of the day go and just lean back for a fun ride. Different point of view on relationships. Don't worry to much about anything. Good looking people. No violence. Fun ending. If you're not looking to analyze everything in a movie and figure it all out, this one will just entertain. That's what I'm looking for a lot of the time. Lean back and have fun.