Story about a guy confined for the most part to an Iron Lung, who can't move on his own and wants to have sex with a woman. Helen Hunt plays a sex therapist who helps him out, so to speak.
The good part of the film is that it's not overly sappy. The guy is just a guy, it doesn't try and make him more of a martyr than he already would be, just for the fact that he's in such a bad way. He has his quirks and bad parts just like anyone else. The part that's not so great, and this might be me being greedy, is that it didn't give me all that much empathy for the character outside of his health issue.
It just didn't resonate with me on the level I was hoping. William H. Macy is good playing a priest who tries to help the lead out, but man, the haircut was a bit much for me, it was distracting. It just screams out "I'm an old guy trying to look much younger than I am".
Helen Hunt is good too, but she's pretty much just playing Helen Hunt. She's very nude in the movie and it is pretty graphic in it's sexuality if that sort of thing bothers or interests you.
A solid film with a subject matter that's refreshingly out of the norm, but in no way are the script or performances so good that they deserve the Oscar hype they were receiving a month or two ago.
The Sessions is a well written, well acted movie with sweetness and tenderness that also features Helen Hunt sitting on a guys face for an extended period of time. You could do worse, I just always felt like I should have been enjoying it more than I was.
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