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Four hip women get ready for Friday night in LA: they dress, talk about sex, and hit a bar before meeting four men at a rave. The men prepare by talking about sex and drinking. Rick and Jean, two attorneys, have set up the evening, connect at the club, and have a good time. The pairings of Shawn, Trent, Whitney and Emma are more serendipitous. But it's Mike and Sara's night that has serious repercussions: he's an NFL player, loud, swaggering; she's a party animal who drinks a lot early that evening. At 4 AM, she appears at Jean's, disheveled and bruised, saying Mike raped her. Arrested, he says he's innocent, and in flashbacks we see both sides of the story. Written by
The film's title was changed from "Jello Shots" to "Body Shots" because of threatened litigation on the part of Kraft Foods (owner of the "Jell-O" trademark). See more »
A woman has an orgasm, it's like a fuckin' earthquake, right? I was doing this one Bertha once, I swear to God it was like a 7.5. It's like, I'm lookin' at my dick, going, "Jesus Christ, why can't you do that?"
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Opening quote: "I'll go for a ride on your jelly roll. But I won't give you nothin' from my soul." --Anonymous See more »
Another shallow pretentious film about hip Gen-Xers dealing with sex in the 90s
Body Shots attempts to be a hip, cutting edge commentary on sex in the 90s, but fails miserably. Screenwriter David McKenna shoves in every pathetic,tiresome pretentious stereotype he can drudge up about hip Gen-Xers living and dating in Los Angeles. While Body Shots attempts to be the Swingers Sex in the 90s, it never makes it. With a less than witty script filled with stale cliches and awkward lines, how could it?
Director Michael Cristofer couldn't decide if he wanted this to be a mocumentary, with occasional testimonials by cast members commenting on their ideas about sex directly to the camera, or a drama, touching on the subject of date rape. While these characters are supposed to be the voice of twenty-somethings in the 90s, attempting to provide us with thought-provoking material, they end up instead making cliched, shallow statements that are laughable rather than interesting. While all of us Gen-Xers are supposed to be sitting in the theater thinking, "Yeah, that is so true. That is my life.", we instead sit there trying not to laugh at the cheesy dialogue and trite situations these characters are in. The only relief Body Shots provides for the audience is Ron Livingston, who's occasional entertaining, quirky comic relief is particularly impressive when one considers the lame material he has to work with.
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