Pomegrante Orgy

Did anyone else find the Pomegrante scene from Montgomery's Notes on the Death of the Kodachrome the most sexual scene out of all the films viewed Monday? The color was so red and the texture was so appealing sensual that one could not help but feel violated by the fruit! Since Montgomery shot the pom scenes close up, the viewer never really saw the entire picture. It leaves the audience to make up what the members of the orgy are doing and how they react to the juicy, high in anti-oxident fruit. It is all goes to haptics, and this scene was the only time I was invited to look at the image and ignore the audio voice-over. Whatever she was saying at that time did not matter, my senses were kicking in and I felt as if I was there. That is what haptic cinema does: never alienates, just invites. Then, she would intercut with the menstrual art, which at first did not tap into my feminist side, but overtime, it was became appealing in some sense. But as I watched her make art with her blood, I wanted to go back to eating the pomegrante, longing for the seedy fruit that is now out of season. She invited the viewer into the movie through those close shots as if to say, "Hey, come on in. The orgy's fine!" While the menstratual art was alienating to most of the male audience, the pomegrantes kept the viewer's interest. Jennifer must have done that on purpose; contrasting both images to be vulgar and beautiful, sensual and disgusting. What ever the case may be, her approaches in the prophecy delcares a death in texture as she transitions to the post-modern/feminist world.