Paul Cox

  • Paul Cox – Touch Me (1993)

    1991-2000EroticaGermanyPaul CoxQueer Cinema(s)Short Film

    Two woman, the elder in her early forties. the younger in her twenties. They are good friends. The older woman. Sarah, is an artist, a painter, who has first and foremost found solace and sexual fulfillment in her work. The young woman, Christine who often models for Sarah’s art classes. is heartbroken about her lover: the man does not understand her.
    We watch the close rapport between the two women as Christine patiently poses for Sarah’s rather whacky group of students. After classes, Christine talks about her relationship with Roderick. ” I used to really like him. Sometimes I still do”. He’s even jealous of her posing for art classes. Says she doesn’t have the body.Read More »

  • Paul Cox – A Woman’s Tale (1991)

    1991-2000ArthouseAustraliaDramaPaul Cox

    “The old woman has just come from attending a funeral and knows her own is not far in the future. She is speaking with the young nurse who visits her daily. The actress, Sheila Florance, could be describing herself. She is bone thin, her arms like sticks, her face deeply lined. She was once a great beauty, but now what she has left is character.Read More »

  • Paul Cox – Human Touch (2004)

    2001-2010AustraliaDramaPaul Cox

    The wealthy Edward (Haywood) sparks to Anna (Mckenzie), the lead voice in a choir that’s raising money for an upcoming trip to China. He donates money to her choir, and she agrees to sit for him for a series of still-life drawings. As Anna is drawn more into Edward’s life, their relationship — quite platonic — nevertheless causes problems at home for Anna, who lives with David (Blabey), a frustrated artist.Read More »

  • Paul Cox – Vincent [+Extras] (1987)

    1981-1990AustraliaDocumentaryDramaPaul Cox

    Though art is not my specialty, I do love to wander around a museum. It’s not something I do often, but I get that itch to surround myself with works that have stood the test of time. Gazing at such beautiful art stirs pangs of jealousy that I’m not able to do such things myself. But I know my limitations, and I will simply allow myself an occasional stroll through the controlled environment of my local museums. Shamefully, while I lived just outside of Washington D.C., I spent just one afternoon in its superb Smithsonian Museum of Art; and, on a recent trip to New York City, I nearly ran through the Metropolitan Museum of Art. In Ohio, where I have spent most of my life, the museums in Cleveland, Dayton, and Cincinnati don’t have the works we’d all like to see. I am actually quite selective in what I like, and that tends toward realism, impressionism, and a touch of surrealism. Contemporary art, cubism, and other abstract forms irritate me and implore me to return to the rooms that showcase works created before the twentieth century.Read More »

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