He promptly escapes and runs rampant through what is now the megacity of San Angeles, which has become an authoritarian utopia as envisioned by meddling milksops. We then jump to the future, where Phoenix is thawed out for a parole hearing and finds himself implanted with knowledge he shouldn’t have. But Phoenix frames him for the death of hostages, getting them both thrown in a “cryoprison” intended to subconsciously rehabilitate their frozen minds. Police officer John Spartan (Sylvester Stallone), the loosest of loose cannons, is trying to take down notorious criminal Simon Phoenix (Wesley Snipes). A gleefully moronic shot at the excesses of prudishness, it opens in the Los Angeles of 1996, which is such a violent dump that the Hollywood sign is perpetually on fire.
Sex on screen can shock and confuse the Helen Lovejoys among us because it is getting rarer.Īnyone concerned about the immorality of sex on film would be right at home in the 2032 of Demolition Man. But it’s not a new observation to note that, even as dweebs retire to their fainting couches at the sight of a rogue wiener, pop culture is demanding ever-increasing physical perfection from actors despite fewer characters being allowed to actually enjoy their Olympian bodies.
If we wrote an article every time someone on Twitter said something inane, we’d have to chain ourselves to our desks and nourish ourselves with hamster bottles. But social media has developed a bit of a Puritan streak, as its dorkier users suggest that sex on film has no storytelling purpose and serves only as actor-exploiting gratuitousness. Badgley has every right to comment on his craft - and in isolation, his thoughts would be barely worthy of, ahem, gossip. He demanded that his wholesome show about a man who stalks and murders women be stripped of its sex scenes for the sake of his surely stable marriage. You star Penn Badgley recently restarted one of our most tedious cultural discourses.
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