I find it hard to believe that in 2015, people still portray women as the weaker sex on the silver screen.
Some might disagree with my observations and think that I am trying to find a feminist angle to this, which is not the case.
Let’s look at Richard Gere’s 2012 movie Arbitrage. He played a hedge-fund manager who defrauded his company, accidently killed his mistress and walked away unscathed.
In Shame, Michael Fassbender’s character never paid a price for his sexual addiction, but instead his character’s sister slashes her wrists and he rescues her.
When it comes to women, it can never be about a healthy libido. They always have to be the mentally unstable Jezebel who seeks to ruin herself and everything she loves, and never walks away unscathed.
Addicted, a movie based on the bestselling novel by Zane, may have had good intentions, but it failed to bring them to the forefront.
The movie stars Sharon Leal as Zoe Reynald, a married mother of two who seemingly has it all, but suffers from sex addiction.
If I had to sum the plot up in one sentence, I would say it is about a sexually frustrated woman and a complacent husband who cannot be bothered to make his wife reach orgasm.
I say the movie makes women look like the weaker sex because this woman, who has a ferocious sexual appetite, doesn’t put up much of a fight to stay faithful to her husband.
Every time she gets a whiff of a man, she crumbles into a pile of nothingness. Do you mean to tell me that for someone who has had a sex addiction all his or her life the addiction just ends abruptly?
It is my understanding that, sexual addiction, as with all addictions, gradually declines.
It is evident that Zoe and her lover Quinton Canosa, portrayed by William Levy, are addicted to sex, with the latter having deeper emotional issues that drive him to almost kill her, but it’s Zoe’s life that unravels.
I think the movie needed more substance, and they needed to have done more research on sexual addiction. For example, they could have looked at how addicts can spur each other on and how it affects the family and friends on a deeper level.
Instead, the movie looked like a melodramatic film stuck between Fifty Shades of Grey and Requiem for a Dream, unable to decide whether it wants to be erotic or cautionary.
On the bright side though, it gave Fifty Shades of Grey a run for its money. The chemistry was actually believable and it didn’t hurt to see Boris Kodjoes’ bare bottom grinding with ecstasy.