Two of the most talked about indie films of the year are to be released in theaters tomorrow - Gus Van Sant's Last Days and Michael Winterbottom's 9 Songs. I've seen the former not the latter, although both already have divided critics - sometimes within a single paper or website (check out the Indiewire debate on Winterbottom's film, while the folks on the Stranger blog nearly come to blows over Van Sant's Cobain story).
Dealing first with the film I haven't seen, I must admit to being intrigued by the premise of 9 Songs - a couple goes to see bands play then they have sex. Actual sex. Checking out the trailer on the movie's website, it seems that Winterbottom is capturing (or attempting to capture) the essence of a young, lusting sexual relationship, placed in the environment of similarly young, dynamic rock bands of the moment. This seems to make a lot of sense on its face. Most rock music (and those that perform it) already has one foot in the sack. And the thrill of seeing a band that you love playing live can be as ecstatic and sensational as any carnal experience.