"That turned you on?"He looked like I'd caught him stealing cookies. "Yeah, I mean no," he grinned his bad boy smile. "Well sort of."I was surprised. ...ss play wasn't in our usual repertoire. I'd made it clear my own backdoor was strictly an 'exit only' long ago. It hadn't seem like much of big deal though, since Matt had never seemed interested one way or the other."Course," he added, surprising me again. "I'd rather do it to you."I snorted, "No, you started this, you first." And if I agree?"I. His eyes sparkled and shined, as they seemed to turn to this deep blue color. I felt lost looking into his eyes as he looked into mine. I felt something but did not know what. However, I had seen these types of eyes before I thought. I heard Michelle say “Mamma,” and I looked down to her. She was smiling at me and I saw her eyes when I realized they were the same as this man’s eyes.“Tell your mom I will call her soon,” grandma said to this man.The man bent over down to Michelle as he said, “You. I look over and catch your eye casually. You look at me enquiringly. You will realise in moment that I need you over here. Want you over here. Oh damn. Behind me some waitress is re-filling the glass of the girl beside me. Would I like some more wine? Yeah sure, what the hell? Damn. Dinner is progressing nicely. I think Jeff is too busy feeling up his partner under the table to crack pathetic jokes, and the couple beside me have just returned from London, so we have fun exchanging stories and. No film up to that time had seriously explored the potent gray area between art and pornography; in so doing, Oshima exposed and overturned many of the conventions of both. Like vintage Luis Buñuel, Oshima skewers expectations of "proper" art by shocking the audience; instead of Buñuel's slashed eyeballs and cross-dressing lepers, Ai presents the viewer with the actual act of sex. Oshima also exposes the voyeurism inherent in both pornography and cinema in general: virtually every sex scene.