they drive it wild and then step on the brake. it keeps transcending. just before it has the chance to transmute forever, it gets back to logic. the rest is how to clean the mess. what happens now to the happenings? Kubrick's answer, given in his last movie, is less than cynical. yes, human nature is unavoidable. but it can be tamed. as tamed as a conventional Merry Christmas celebrated each year with thematical repetition, no matter how your other fantasies are. yes, we have irregularities, but life itself is still pretty regular. it is not unconventional that carries us but conventional that carries unconventional that carries us. the masked orgy depicted on the screen, on the contrary, does not strike me beyond its esthetics. you can interpret it in two ways. it is either a game arranged by some of the richest into which ordinary people like you and I, shamefully, can never get a chance to enter or a poor and fragile coexistence in its survival mode you and I, fortunately, do not have to touch. let alone that behind those shut doors, all fantasies are limited by human sexualities that do have a limit. or should I say, while an orgy tries to introduce other dimensions, it also accepts such a human limit? not all experiences are additive to a meaningful life. some would waste you. it's not due to experiences themselves. not all experiences are realizable -- it could be why we do have fantasies of all sorts. believe it or not, most of our experiences are through the narration of others' experiences. the propensity to claim our own experiences constitutes a lifetime recurrent titillation.

what's your titillation? can i scratch it for you?