FUTURE SEX LOVE ART PROJEKT · FILM 201 OF 250
FILM NO. 201
KINKY FUCKERY
'KINKY FUCKERY' is Missy Jubilee's 200th film in 'The Future Sex Love Art Projekt'. This is a film about trying to deceive people, and have them think you are something you're not
About Kinky Fuckery Kinky Fuckery is Missy Jubilee's 201st film in The Future Sex Love Art Projekt, released in 2022. Kinky Fuckery: Missy Jubilee's explicit erotic art film -- female sexuality at its most playfully transgressive in the Future Sex Love Art Projekt.
Within the wider project, Kinky Fuckery contributes to Missy Jubilee's ongoing inquiry into desire, the body, performance and the explicit image as a serious form of art cinema.
Credits
Written, directed, edited and produced by Missy Jubilee. Produced by Appaloosa Duck. Part of The Future Sex Love Art Projekt, a 250-film series exploring intimacy, identity, and the body.
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A film about lines on a page
Lines on the road
Lines on a mirror
Lines on a map
Just lines
I told Alejandro he shouldn’t call me anymore
because it isn’t good for him
He is now in a Babylon of his own making
and needs to figure it out for himself
Exhausting
The veil is thin today
I can smell the estrogen
in the perfumed air
A man offered me sex tonight
He was beautiful.
I said thanks for the offer
But I can’t
My mind is somewhere else
I want to see clearly
I can’t afford to be distracted by a body.
Esoterica is the archetype of sexual distraction
The sex solution,
what is it made of,
what is the motive if it isn’t a form of emotional alchemy
aimed at peace
People can speak the same language
and be completely misunderstood
The words will always be interpreted
by the demands of the situation
rather than what the speaker is saying
Other people
define both our memories
and sense of self
But what is wrong
Something is wrong
It must be
There is something better
One more thing
And there will be harmony
This is what you are doing wrong said Alejandro
You need to be more yourself
Be adaptive
Embrace change
It will all make sense in the next life
It’s easier to lie to some people
than others
A sweet soft mouth
can tell the most convincing of lies
Give them what they need
based on what the fuck
they think they are missing out on
But pussy isn’t a person
It is a hole for things to go in
and come out of
Just a hole
How can a hole be so full of meaning
and trouble
Just a bunch of neural pathways
with the amygdala all lit up
like the Botanical Gardens at
Christmas
It is the prettiest ugly thing I have ever seen
Missy Jubilee
Kyev | Ukraine.
25th November 2022
Script review
Alan Rogers on this film
Alan Rogers is The Future Sex Love Art Projekt producer based in London. He reviews each Missy Jubilee film as a working screenplay.
Kinky Fuckery Script Review
by producer Alan Rogers in London
Sexual compatibility is a learned behaviour in marriage. Something you can not test for.’ So says Laura M Brotherson, author of ‘They were not Ashamed: Strengthening Marriage through Sexual Fulfilment.
There are exceptions of course. Always.
Kinky and Vanilla couples are incompatible from the onset. You must have a little Kink in you to survive a marriage to a Kinkster. Or you must have enough Vanilla in you to survive a marriage to a Brown Wrapper partner.
I sort of believe that despite hankerings within; most marriages are made up of vanilla compatibility sex with a little kink thrown in to test the waters. But what do I know? Bugger all it seems.
There is fear in all of us.
I fear that I continually misinterpret your words and are making a fool of myself in my fumbling attempts at deduction. I am under qualified. I need more experience in this stuff, and yet I still respond. Even as I stride purposely towards oblivion.
The film starts with a naked Missy playing with a leash chain. Looking a million miles away. A penny for her thoughts.
Then short cuts of various people all looking at screens. Ending with a lone man staring at at what we assume is a computer screen. We later see the image he is watching is of Missy. On top of this the following is heard:
‘Who’s feeling lucky?’
‘Ok’
‘Roll Film’
‘Let’s watch a sitcom or something’
‘NO’
‘Doesn’t anyone want to pay attention to what is actually happening’
There then is a hubbub of noise, news channels mainly.
The world is obsessed with sexuality
Yes. Yes it is.
A grainy black and white view of naked Missy is shown. She has spread her legs and is shuffling her body forward so that her sex can be seen.
We are intercut between the view of Missy and the man watching her on the screen. He is us.
Anytime a person leaves sexual normality
Their sexuality becomes
The defining characteristic of that person
Which means we are more interested the sex lives of others than sex itself.
‘Keeping up with every little thing that’s going on in the world’
‘It’s like a pressure. Caving in my skull. I know it’s not good. I’d rather be doing something else, but the pressure builds. It’s like I’m looking for something.’
It becomes the first thing
That people think about
The first thing they mention
Every other part of that person
All but disappears
All that’s left is the kinky backstory
If there is a kinky backstory. And the whole definition of ‘Kink’ is something beyond.
‘You ruin and manipulate them, better than they manipulate you’
Melbourne, australia
JULY 2005
You were 23.
A more childish time
We are in the car with a young boy driving the car.
A slow sexy song starts to play with the lyrics ‘Im losing my mind’.
HELLO?
‘We as human beings have a tendency to assume. Our brains are always looking to be one step ahead. Because of that we start to think we know what someone is thinking or where they are going. This show breaks that convention and will help us to come back to the present and….’
‘Wait. For the answer’
We see a young girl working as a secretary.
The Boy is her boss, and she clearly has a crush on him. He is too busy to notice at first but she makes it more obvious that she is interested in him by putting on lipstick and holding his gaze.
We don’t need another employee
I take this to be you and Max; in child actor form.
The boy gets the hint. Puts on cologne.
TITLES
Based on a true story
TITLE
The boy and the girl run off together, He dropping his ridiculously oversized jacket on the way.
But then the fuckery happens
We see a train crash. A metaphor for life perhaps.
15 years later,
You were 38.
‘Somebody could actually be killed. ‘
‘All of your questions will never be answered. Some knowledge is as poison, rather than medicine. Because the human mind is incapable of understanding it’
Forster, nsw australia
Gentle guitar plays.
Some say the body is a temple
I always believed it was a cinematic playground
In your case. It most certainly is.
A voice in my head said that
And I wrote it for you to see
Because I thought it might be important
To answer the question
Who fucked who?
We see and adult man driving up to a house in the countryside. I believe this to be representing Max.
The film cuts to the start of a lengthy (over 5 min) view of Missy and (I assume) Max having slow and deliberate doggy style sex in a curtained deck area outside the house. Missy is naked except a collar and leash. The sex is not frantic or abnormal. It is just sex. We do not have the soundtrack so we are listening to a slow folk song, giving a slightly melancholy air to the proceedings.
The act of fucking and being fucked is not mutually exclusive; they are one and the same. But I suspect you do not mean the act itself. I suspect there is a deeper level of thought going on here.
My hypothesis is that you are playing on who is the kinky one? The one pulling the chain, the hair… Or the one wearing the collar and rolling the joint as if nothing unusual ever happens in her life.
Let me ask you something first
Do you want a regular vanilla relationship
With no kinky fuckery at all?
His mouth dropped open
This has suddenly transgressed into a conversation…interesting segue.
(Him) KINKY FUCKERY?
(Her) YES. KINKY FUCKERY
(Him) I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT
(Her) WELL. I DID
ANSWER ME
He flushed red
(Him) I LIKE KINKY FUCKERY HE SAID QUIETLY
A relationship is like dirt
It is subject to subsidence
And erosion
The staleness of uniformity. This is the strange way of relationships. They mellow. They normalise.
The voices were loud this day
So I did not bother to push back
Ha. I see what you did there.
Inside of a cardboard form
Inside this self
Inside those eyes
Such special pretty eyes
Yours, I take it.
This is an eel of a subject. Perhaps even an electric eel of a subject. There is no right or wrong. No start or conclusion. It is just sex. It is how we all came to be. It is what we are programmed to do. It will continue until the sun goes out.
I had one request
In the morning
Leave me alone
Let me go down the road
With a pocketful of songs
This reminds me of the Dido song; ‘Don’t Believe in Love’
And a memory
Of kinky fuckery
Holy shit. Did I just say that?
I laugh into the back of my hand
While shaking my head
Coquettish?
I wonder if the tail really does wag the dog
I adore the men of this world
How they understand me
Before I open my mouth
There is a changing of gears here.
And the phrase ‘lunatic’
Takes on significant meaning
Today. I can smell the air
There is a link in the senses that allow memories to be accessed by smell, sound and touch.
It makes me feel illict things
On a corrupt frequency
The whiff of sex
Its an intoxicating distraction
From self awareness
The music ends. We do not know if the sex was good. All we saw was Missy’s back, not her face. We have no clue as to how the sex concluded, as the screen suddenly goes black and the sound of thunder is heard. The following words come slowly line by line into focus:
In my darkest fantasies
I see a woman in a dungeon. Tied up and helpless
She is fucked by many. And finally by me
It disgusts me and turns me on
It isn’t quaint or cute. But it is there
A vagina helpless. Without argument
Consuming masculinity
While kinked out of its mind
It is the prettiest ugly thing I’ve ever thought
There is a dialogue going on but we can only half hear it.
There is no attributing name here, so we can assume this is Missy’s words and fantasy.
The fantasy is dark. It is however, not the darkest I have heard.
View of Man moving on. Walking away. I think this is meant to be Max too.
Guitar music starts again. And we see Missy casually rolling a cigarette.
CREDITS
I have lived my life
In so much fear
Of the harsh judgements of others
I am finally conceding
The truth to myself
That I am something other than
Innocent, child-like & straightlaced
An Artist’s life is never easy. Fate does not allow an easy passage through life to those who create intelligent art. Pain is all part of the process. I don’t know why. But the overwhelming empirical evidence is that the Artist has to suffer for the art to be significant.
We take our hero’s and nail them to trees.
I continue to move between the bank and the blanket
Manchester orchestra / I know how to speak
This is new music to me. A lovely song and very fitting. Now on my ‘reflective’ playlist.
The film progresses your story, Missy. I know you are not looking for sympathy. Quite the opposite; you often set yourself up as the aggressor rather than the victim. But this film made me want to cover you up in the blanket the Manchester Orchestra sang about.
Nice work.
Alan