Another film with wall-to-wall sex, as it is the life story of controversial scientist Alfred Kinsey, the "father" of modern sexuality. Depending on your point of view, Kinsey is either a heroic defender of liberation, openness, and glorious hedonism, or a Marx-loving tool of the devil. And while I don't imagine that Bill Condon's film is the whole story, what I did see left me giddy with excitement. Condon is never subtle with his interpretation -- Kinsey, though socially awkward and the victim of a repressed upbringing, launched a scientific revolution in human sexuality that believed honesty was always preferable, regardless of where that led us. Some would say that it led us down the dark hole of teenage pregnancy, pedophilia, divorce, and disease, but those people are surely forgetting (deliberately, I would argue) that such things have always existed, most prominently in overtly religious societies.

Liam Neeson is a one-man powerhouse as Kinsey, providing depth and sympathy, as well as great respect for his bold risk-taking in a culture that was never quite ready for his revelations (it still isn't). And believe me, Kinsey was no saint, as he "dabbled" in extra-marital homosexual relations, wife-swapping, and increasingly bizarre forms of masturbation. But that's why we love him, right? The film works as a bio-pic (although Kinsey's father, as portrayed by John Lithgow, is a bit one-note), a social document, and a scathing indictment of the prudish, religious forces that always fight a thoughtful examination of human biology. And it's so very heartwarming to see that such forces have already begun the fight once again, as the director informed us that Fox News has labeled Kinsey "sicko flicko," obviously without having seen it. That alone should get your ass to the theater.