Writer-director-actor Josh Lawson’s “The Little Death” is a rude rapscallion of an Australian comedy, drawing its title from a French term for orgasm, “le petite mort.” Lawson’s script hits much more than it misses, with bracing bursts of unlikely honesty in overlapping vignettes about five couples, their sexual hopes, fetishes and downfalls, with a sequence of endings that come together in a ravishingly sustained comic climax. (Scenes include masochism, foot fetishism, watching a partner sleep, enjoying a partner crying, roleplaying, obscene phone calls, and a cheery sex offender whose gift of cookies distracts the neighbors when he comes by to notify them he lives nearby.) One of the most realized of the sequences combines genial fuckery with inspired sight comedy, before an ending that ties together everything that came before with cold precision. To be more specific would be a cruel tease. But be assured “The Little Death” is dirty, mean, self-aware, laugh-out-loud: Cheeky is as cheeky does. 97m. (Ray Pride)
“The Little Death” opens at Siskel Friday, July 3. The Anzac trailer is below.
Ray Pride is Newcity’s film critic and a contributing editor to Filmmaker magazine.
His history of Chicago “Ghost Signs” in words and images will be published in Spring 2022.