The Filmmaker and My Pink Bits continued.

Xana and Dax:When Opposites Attract
Courtesy Of Comstock Films

Western man, especially the Western critic, still finds it very hard to go into print and say: ' I recommend you to go and see this because it gave me an erection'.

Kenneth Tynan -- British theatre critic in Playboy Magazine, 1977

I'm not a man, a critic and neither do I have a penis, but I have been struggling with a small professional dilemma. Is it possible to offer a useful critique of a film when viewing the film makes your pink bits moist? On considering the validity of my response, I did think, well, I'd have no problem or concern offering up comment if my physical reaction was fear as perhaps, on viewing a horror film, or if the film made me cry, as a sad love story might, or if a dramatic thriller made my heart race with adrenaline fuelled excitement -- I'd be fine about that. They're all legitimate responses, true? So why should I have doubts about trusting my pink bits to tell me what I think of an erotic film or at least inform my more cerebral response? I trust her judgement implicitly on all sorts of other important and intimate matters.

Over the weekend, I had the lovely opportunity to view the full length, rough cut of Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract, from Comstock Films and provide comment and feedback. You, dear reader have already been introduced to the beautiful lovers here.

In our household, the first viewing of the film quickly led to some very hot re-enactments in the flesh, so to speak. I viewed it again the next day in the cold hard light of the afternoon, determined to remain objective. I watched with the audio on and with the audio off. I made many notes covering many details and themes from what I liked and loved to what I'd like more of. This kind of scrutiny of course meant rewatching particular sequences and going back to check and confirm my impressions a number of times, then just taking one last look, for the sake of clarity you understand?

That evening my sweetheart and I watched together, aiming for thoroughness -- I didn't get time to write up my notes there and then as we had a date in the bedroom that I had to get to as a matter of some urgency. Don't you just love urgency?

By the end of the weekend, after two suitably debauch lovemaking sessions of our own and four viewings of the rough cut, I was finally able to confidently write my critique and comments and mail it off to Mr. Comstock. It's as fair and unbiased as I can be. Truly it is. I'm very much looking forward to writing my complete review when the film is finished in the next week or so -- oh, it could well take longer than that to review -- a half dozen viewings at the minimum to be fair to the work, interspersed with an indecent amount of sex -- then there's the other films as well, as they come out of post production -- I'm struggling to see when I'm going to have time to post to this blog...can you?

Struggles aside, I do believe that both the inimitable Mr. Kenneth Tynan and Mr. Tony Comstock would approve when I say: "I recommend you go and buy this film because it made me wet."

Besides that and of possibly greater interest is the fact that the film is beautifully made, lovingly crafted, a real pleasure to watch and sexy, very, very sexy. Wait until you see the gorgeous Xana putting her "seductive" eyes and sensational body to use with the equally striking Dax -- resistance is useless.

A note to my Antipodean neighbours; the special pre order price of $12.95 US plus postage represents a very good buy. A very much more detailed review on Xana and Dax soon.