Gratuitous Sex

Last night, I watched a moderately interesting movie about a group of people trying to survive while stranded on a small island following the crash of their jetliner.  The movie had a definite Lord of the Flies feel to it.  The stress of survival triggered malevolence and violence in some of the survivalists.

Partway through the movie, one of the young men and one of the young women—while scampering through the wooded interior of the island—randomly decided they required sex.  That’s when things got a little weird.  For me, I mean.  Not the movie.  I (literally) “tsked” and said to the television: “Awww, don’t do that, I want to know what’s going on down on the beach.”

I truly wanted to follow the plot and was not at all interested in watching a sex scene.

When did that happen to me?

I spent the entire decade of the 1970s seeking to watch only movies with an R rating.  I (and most of the movies then) revolved around gratuitous sex scenes.

That made total sense to me.

Now I just want to watch a movie with a decent plot.

--Mitchell Hegman