Kieran O'Brien, Margo Stilley

9 Songs is not a film about anything to be quite honest. And yes, I am well aware that there will be lots of people who jump on the "Oh, Larry is a Christian" bandwagon and accuse me of being anti-nudity, or against sex in movies or something stupid and ignorant like that.
They will say that Michael Winterbottom is an acclaimed director and so can't make a porn film, even though the film is basically nothing more then the story of an American girl and British guy who have sex, go to concerts, have sex, do drugs and have sex. Then they have sex. Then some drugs and more sex. They like to have sex, and frankly I don't blame them. If I was this guy, I would probably like to have sex with Lisa as well. The sex is straight-forward, well so to speak. There is a lot of nudity which is always fun when it serves a purpose.
See, what I hate is when a film like this comes out and if anyone actually has the guts to say something negative about it, they are declared a repressed, closed-minded conservative who never gets laid. It turns into a name calling contest, and has less to do with the film then it does who gets to one up the other writer.
Screw that. Look, I don't care if it was Michael Winterbottom, George Lucas or John Houston. If it is porn, sort or hard core, it is still porn, soft or hard core. Period.
I have had sex and I hope to have sex again in my life, hopefully in some of the strange, weird places I have had it before, in some or all of the various positions I have had it. But that does not mean I want to watch someone else do it. If I want to watch other people have sex, I will get a really big mirror so I can watch someone who knows what they are doing. Wink wink.
And you know what? I have pooped before as well, and I don't want to watch someone doing that either. And I also know that if someone wraps up a box filled with dog turds with a nice Christmas ribbon, puts a pretty bow on it and gives it too me, it is still a box of dog turds.
Such is 9 Songs.
While the couple in the film are completely enjoying their sexual relationship there is no real emotion between them. The sex is purely an exercise to kill time until the next partner comes along or until they leave the bedroom for a concert which as far as I am concerned was the best part of the film. I mean, I have seen tits and booty, but hearing a good band is something that does not happen all the time.
And there were some good bands, almost none of whom I had heard before the film but do plan on looking up now.
Yes, Matt and Lisa are attracted to one another. But, it is shown that there was not enough emotion between them to make them want to fight to keep a relationship going. It was little more them masturbation with another person in the room. And if that is all you want, more power to you. Perhaps once you have had a few really honest relationship you will understand that there is a lot more to life and love then getting your rocks off.
Famed British director Michael Winterbottom has accomplished something that few directors are able to do. He has pulled with wool over the eyes of the viewing public by giving them a porn film that he has convinced the average viewer is not a porn film. But folks, a dog turd in a pretty box is still a dog turd. The only thing remotely creative in the entire film is the running time of 69 minutes.