grantss Most art movies fall over because of their pretentiousness. This one is bad because it is, well, bad. Incredibly badly made. It doesn't have enough plot to even aspire to being pretentious. Throw in some very weak performances and you have a craptacular movie.The initial idea wasn't that original to start off, and reminded me of 9 Songs (for a few reasons...). However, 9 Songs had a reasonable plot, OK performances and some fantastic music. Not a great movie, but it was OK.BrilliantLove, on the other hand, has nothing going for it. It just seems to drift throughout, with no point, unlikable characters and very lacklustre performances.Avoid.

tigerfish50 "The Orgasm Diaries" (originally "BrilliantLove" - a far better title) is an unusual British Indie film combining explicit eroticism with a fairy tale narrative. Manchester and Noon are a young couple deliriously in love and ravenous for each others' bodies. Supposedly he is some kind of slacker freelance photographer and she a taxidermist, but neither appear to have any employment. They live in a scruffy shed located in a field, where they roll around in lubricious, carnal couplings most of the day and into the night. Manchester habitually records their love-making with his Instamatic camera - until one fateful evening when he forgets his newly printed photos in a pub where they are discovered by a trader in erotica. This businessman tracks down the lustful photographer in order to tempt him with gallery exhibits and worldly success - which subsequently leads to a schism between the lovers when Manchester inexplicably fails to inform Noon that their intimate moments are destined to become merchandise to tickle the fancy of art connoisseurs.The film is somewhat flawed by the way director Ashley Horner chooses to tell his story. He gives it the flavor of a stylized fable, and makes little effort to convince his audience of its reality. Manchester and Noon are portrayed as naive children of nature, and the art world as a zone of sinister decadence. Such stark contrasts undermine belief in the lovers' desolation at their estrangement - which is a great pity since Liam Browne and Nancy Trotter Landry give intense, uninhibited performances as the besotted pair. In particular, Landry's portrayal of Noon is an authentic and sensitive depiction of an earthy young woman made radiantly beautiful by sexual desire. The film has many sophisticated and original passages, but the casual oversights in plotting and character result in the impression that the director missed an opportunity to produce something truly extraordinary.

its just me My being is mystified about the tepid reception for this nice little film. In seeing a review that says it is just a contemporary view for today's explorers, I find a great fallacy. It is a struggle also of those left from the 'sixties' of freer loving, understanding some of the stresses of attraction, personal afflictions and distractions as well as rebelling against the mores of the time.The sexuality is both erotic and struggling between desire and freedom. The actors are both much of many persons and dreams, if fleeting or denied. It is extreme at times, but not too. It reveals moments of drunken exuberance and drunken pain, but both are in harmony with deep emotionality, sensuality, creativity and sexuality.With 'Dreamers' being also a favorite, another rare struggle of unfathomable desires played against situations of the moment, I am obviously partial to our sexual enticements, left over from a partially fulfilled life in the sixties. I knew these temptations, experiences, irrationalities and substance induced moments, when things were different. Beyond the erotics of the film, there are a lot of sensualities, both in the still pictures and in the well thought angles of some of the cinematography. This is far more than an excuse for porn, despite the pressured direction of the protagonist who took advantage of this beautifully erotic couple, and who tried to turn their simple erotic complexity into something less than personal.I would recommend this even to conservatives to see that the angst that goes on in life is real. This is a movie about one of the struggles of humanity. Sex is good and how we go about it is personal, and should be able to be portrayed as a personal trip, which this film does. Whether male or female, you should find some identity and eroticism, no matter your background, present or what you would admit.

Chris_Docker The great love story with full-on eroticism has never sounded like the sort of the thing the British do at all somehow, much less do it well. Director Ashley Horner set out to put that right.His protagonists are two freewheeling youngsters that are 'In Love.' So they spend most of the 97 minutes of this film 'Having Sex.' Manchester is a sort of would-be photographer and Noon is a self-confessed taxidermist. Their sources of income, if any, are not particularly clear. But such details could after all complicate the heady sense of falling for someone you have heady sex with. Especially at an age where hormones are high and responsibilities are low. Things can get complicated. Such as when Manchester leaves his lovingly lensed erotic photos in the local boozer. And they are picked up by someone with a slightly more commercial eye for such things.The good things about Brilliant Love are quite a few. Seeing the two leads with all their clothes on for the Q & A at least reassured me that they did an decent job as actors, and weren't just a couple of hippie-types that had wandered onto the set. The film is shot in a very warm and natural way without being cheesy. There is none of the attempt to desexualise (the quite graphic) sex as is so common in art-house movies which want to prove they are 'high brow.' People in Brilliant Love are meant to look warm and sexy in a nice way, and actually achieve that. There's plenty of natural, inoffensive full-frontal nudity along the lines of two people who might wander around half naked anyway, and happen to be young, and happen to be physically good-looking. No penetration close-ups in case you are getting hot under the collar. It doesn't seem to be pushing UK censorship boundaries, for instance, and so doesn't have particularly to wave a flag that justifies it in the name of art. The only thing a stuffy person might object to on the nudity count would probably be the sheer quantity. The filmmakers should also be complimented on turning out a decent job on what was probably a non-existent budget. The script is as natural as the acting, and it generally has all the warm fuzzies that go with saving small furry animals from a night in the cold.But if Brilliant Love succeeds in making a fully British erotic love story, it doesn't quite manage to make a great one. Except for competent demonstration of technique, one might question whether it was worth making at all. It is hard to care about the characters that deeply, or whether they are in love. 'Nice-ish kids' is about the best you could say. There is no perceptible intellectual connection – in fact both of them seem a Rizla paper short of a spliff at times – and any emotional connection seems based more on the devotion arising from good physical chemistry and easy-going natures. Such shortcomings alone would not ruin a film, and indeed the last ten to fifteen minutes manage to salvage much of the dramatic tension. But the story is weak. Grand end statements try to assert the seriousness of the affair – sadly, using standard three-part formula of, love, break-up, and reunion. Overall, Brilliant Love is just a little bit too inoffensive to really get our teeth into.What particularly worries me is that it is being held up as a very British offering. Films that are different and have something to say in some way need to stand out more. At least 9 Songs divided opinion. Not that sexy, but it had shock value and an unusual, segmented composition which I personally rather liked. Erotic and explicit love stories do seem to come from abroad. Whether major hitters such as Breillat's beautiful Brief Crossing, the wistful hedonism of The Dreamers, the aesthetically engaging romance and eroticism of Sex and Lucia, the controversial love-tragedies like Irreversible or Antichrist, Cronenberg's fetish love (Crash), or the simple shock-value graphic love in The Brown Bunny. All these films, love them or hate them, are worthy of serious attention. Sadly the harshest thing one might say about Brilliant Love is that it is just . . . well . . . 'quite nice.' The ideal market might be the age-group where people are losing virginity with weekend pocket-money at the cinema. Getting swept up in waves of strong first emotion – or infatuation – and definitely passion. Where they might strongly identify with the characters. Ironically, the ubiquitous soft-porn warmth of 'erotic love' so constantly on screen will possibly classify this film as 'unsuitable' until they are of an age to have refined their tastes or cooled their ardour. There again, a lot of people in the audience seemed to quite like it. Maybe I'm just an old fuddy-duddy . . .