‘Tenderness’, to the astonishment of High Court judges and some others, was D.H. Lawrence’s working title for what became ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’. Lawrence perceived a ‘taboo on tenderness’ in his time, and it’s apparent that the West has nowhere near cracked that taboo even today, eight patchily ‘liberated’ decades later. Enter Roy Stuart with Glimpse 3, the third in his richly packed series of probingly erotic videos. Whilst every sizeable episode in no’s 1 and 2 has, for the alert, its quotient or infusion of tenderness, only a minority of Stuart’s viewers/voyeurs may spot it amid the intense provocation – of mind as much as groin — of the so-much that can be found going on in them.nnThe first six minutes of Glimpse 3 give flashing hints of the kind of whirling whole we’ve already had to thank Roy Stuart for, albeit there happen to be no male-female conjunctions shown (fear not, we shall encounter them aplenty, since there’s some 140 minutes on this disc). But the accomplished Anna Bielska, who can look any age from 13 to 23, is there dancing, now clothed now naked, in parks and alleys of Rome. Then a sternly entrancing brunette, legs wide-spread on a gilt chair, holds knickers (whose?) aloft; soon she will be near-naked on the carpet, beginning a magical self-caressing journey. Continue reading
American photographer Roy Stuart has carved out a most interesting niche for himself in Paris, creating elaborate erotic scenes for his two excellent books for the German publisher Taschen and the American magazine Leg Show.
In addition, Stuart captures these photoshoots on videotape for a series he calls New Glimpse. At $120 each these tapes are not cheap. But weighing in at 2.5 hours each, they are something special, marathon-length demonstrations that Stuart is a true master of the masturbatory male vignette. He has the talent and vision to take all the familiar elements and make them original and arousing. Continue reading
La réalisation de son premier long métrage de fiction, The lost door, n’empêche pas Roy Stuart de poursuivre sa collection de Glimpses avec un nouvel opus, le neuvième de la série. Collection est bien le mot : hétéroclite et baroque, comme en un cabinet de curiosités. Ici, l’ordre des scènes importe peu. L’unité organique de l’ensemble est assurée par ce qu’il faut bien appeler la topique stuardienne. L’appartement haussmannien; les rues du quartier ; quelques villes européennes : autant d’éléments appartenant à l’espace obligé de sa dramaturgie. Le spectateur y retrouve quelques modèles déjà aperçus, des situations récurrentes se succédant de chapitre en chapitre et que sépare un sobre fondu au noir. L’action, en l’occurrence, retrouve les grands figures du cinéaste : masturbation au fauteuil, urologie, sexe sur le tapis ou dans les bois, semi exhibition dans la rue. Pas de récit – ou si peu – mais un enchaînement de l’ordre de la représentation, tant l’impression est forte pour le spectateur de se retrouver en terrain connu. Continue reading
From peek-a-boo panties to girl on girl petting to more “indiscreet” activities, Stuart’s titillating mises-en-scene challenge us to break loose from traditional moral codes. Also included is a rare interview with Stuart. Continue reading
As a movie-freak I get to see perhaps almost as many movies as an official critic and, like a critic, I am always looking for The One, the film that stands out from the (vast) crowd and makes you think you haven’t wasted any precious time in the watching. But more than that, the one that makes you feel a sense of gain, moving forward in some way, in your thinking or even in your perception of certain things. Only master film makers can make you feel like this, from Tarantino to Eastwood, from Jackson to Spielberg. Then of course you have the rogue directors, the rebels against convention who want to show you something different, not just for different’s sake but because they are themselves motivated and inspired by things most people haven’t yet approached or experienced. Bergman was such a director, as were the great Italians, Pasolini, Visconti and Fellini, and still we have Bertolucci. Now I find a New Yorker turned Parisian, whose work calls to mind some of these Masters, but through an influence that is subtle enough for it to be subconscious rather than a heavy handed copying of style and technique. Continue reading
In his new book, the fifth to date, Roy Stuart hones this exploration into something more forthright, close to film. The photos “tell” short stories, like short films, and the models become actors, their movements caught in freeze frame studies, between portrait and narrative. Sex is more explicit, while retaining some of the mystery characteristic of erotic images. A DVD, which comes with the book, contains several scenes from which the photos are taken, with extracts from the “Glimpse” DVD series and Stuart’s full length feature film, The Lost Door. The overall impression produced by this work is that Stuart has introduced eroticism into pornography, or vice versa. He clouds issues, confuses codes, disorientates and takes risks, all the while behaving as an artist who is exploring a new middle road – fusional, original and hard to follow, but promising. Somewhere between simplistic X-rated films and pure eroticism, between trivial reality and abortive dreams, he seeks and finds a third way, the royal way. Continue reading
With this eleventh Glimpse Roy Stuart is at the top of his art as he ushers in a new decade with a sublime two and a half hours of pure sensuality.
Under the watchful eye of his magic camera, emenating from a diabolical edit, over a dozen lovely, totally natural creatures share with us their most intimate pleasures. Continue reading