Amy's Orgasm (2001)

User Rating:

5.3/10   

Director:

Julie Davis

Writer:

Julie Davis (writer)

Release Date:

21 October 2004 (Israel)

Genre:

Comedy | Romance

Tagline:

A kiss-and-tell-all comedy.

Plot:

Story of a 29-year-old Ivy League-educated, self-help author as she grudgingly falls for a shock-jock radio host with a reputation for hitting on his bimbo guests.

Plot Keywords:

Sex | Feminist | Lesbian | Apostrophe In Title | Celebacy

Awards:

1 win

Cast

Julie Davis	...	Amy Mandell
Nick Chinlund	...	Matthew Starr
Caroline Aaron	...	Janet Gaines
Mitchell Whitfield	...	Don
Jennifer Bransford	...	Elizabeth
Jeff Cesario	...	Priest
Mary Ellen Trainor	...	Amy's Mom
Charles Cioffi	...	Amy's Dad
Tina Lifford	...	Irene Barris
Michael Harris	...	Jerry Hegeman
Vincent Castellanos	...	Hans
Kira Reed	...	Shannon Steele
Mark Brown	...	Mike
Nell Balaban	...	Tina
Wallace Kurth	...	Beautiful Guy

Also Known As:

Amy's O (USA) (DVD title)
Why Love Doesn't Work (USA) (working title)
Why Love? Why Not! (USA) (working title)

MPAA:

Rated R for strong sexual content including dialogue, and for language.

Runtime:

87 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

Iceland:L | Finland:K-11 | USA:R | Australia:MA

Filming Locations:

Glendale, California, USA

Company:

Catchlight Films

Trivia:

Many video shops would not stock a release with "orgasm" in the title, so the title of the home video and DVD release is "Amy's O".

Quotes:

[Amy concludes her newfound opinions about sex in a speech]
Amy Mandell: I had a physical orgasm, but not a mental one, where you let someone inside and you really see yourself.

Soundtrack:

Sarah

I think she was faking...

This movie is nothing but a tease...offering all sorts of insights into the way women and men inter-act but in the end offering only shallow platitudes.

The use of the confessional as the way of hearing Amy's inner thoughts was nothing but a glib gimmick...completely unbelievable.

The acting was wooden and unimpressive, and I couldn't recognise any of the stars. Nor will I be looking for them in another movie any time soon.

This is a poor imitation of Sex And The City, and comparisons with Woody Allen are hopeful at best, and laughable at worst. It all seemed like a stand-up routine taken too far.

And what is it with movies about women who write books about how they don't need men, and then fall in love? Change the formula!