The same can't be said for the movie, which is completely raunchy, sometimes funny, usually dreary and always dysfunctional. If you'd never had it, it assumed mythic proportions, an ascension into heaven, a Shangri-La of the senses, an ecstasy of lubrication. That's what they said, anyhow. And as usual, they lied. It was much better than that.
Nothing is at stake.
Those darn fingers want to do some walking and they wander inevitably south. Thus Jim, when informed that a certain thing most resembles warm apple pie, is so overwhelmed with lust when he sees a warm apple pie on the kitchen table, that he . . . That is, they are so outrageous that they demand to be talked about, and when described demand to be witnessed. That translates to box office. Which is to say that it is built on the cynical assumption that theaters no longer bother to enforce ratings.