Is the film industrys portrayal of sexuality finally beginning to get real?
By Rebecca Traister Oct. 23, 2003 | Those who have nursed dirty Meg Ryan fantasies ever since she told Anthony “Goose” Edwards to take her to bed or lose her forever in “Top Gun” probably already have their tickets for “In the Cut,” Jane Campion’s choppy, erotic thriller that opened on Wednesday. In it, a mustachioed and criminally attractive Mark Ruffalo takes recovering-moppet Ryan to bed, plants her on her stomach, spreads her legs, and performs oral sex on her from behind in a scene that lasts a breathtaking two minutes. A steady master shot with no quick cuts and no “Is that what I think it is?” moments, the scene depicts exactly what you think it does, and even the most jaded filmgoers will feel their pulses quicken. There is nothing like the visceral jolt of seeing Mark Ruffalo’s face delicately ensconced in Meg Ryan’s hindquarters to hammer home exactly how rare it is to see oral sex depicted on multiplex screens — especially when the relevant roving lips reside on the faces o
