It was Borges who wrote that every word implies the entire universe. Upon hearing this, the doctor loses all sense of ground, and everything breaks apart. During his course through the city and the fragments of his marriage, the doctor is hit on by the daughter of a dead patient, approached by a prostitute, and finally, enters a bizarre party in a mansion. All these shards of images drift out farther and farther like some galaxy expanding after a big bang, and in the haze of it all we glimpse the shade, the shape of some answers. Sex is wonderful, but also very dangerous.
Nothing is what it appears to be.
Nothing lasts forever. Each of these films, like Kubrick's movie, stand as grand statements on the subject. But where Figgis sets his investigation of marriage against the backdrop of the mythical story of Adam and Eve, and Spike Lee sets his against a big crime story, Kubrick sticks just to the marriage. There is no backdrop in Eyes Wide Shut , just a glittering investigation that begins and ends with a fuck.