Again and again, movies show you killing, but it's one in a thousand on-screen killings that might get you to feel something of what killing is actually like. The same goes for fucking, but there the numbers are worse: Whether it's Hollywood's quick-cut, nothing-below-the-waist bedroom montages, or the mechanized chug of assembly-line pornography, a virgin could see tens of thousands of movie couplings before catching one that even glances against a sense of what bodies feel when one's inside another. That's not a knock against the movies' reliable kiss-kiss and bang-banging, but it is one against their capacity for not inviting us fully into the experience more often. For all the thundering manipulations of our entertainments, why don't we more often feel, as the lights come up, that we have been something more than... More >>>