The Australian censorship system blanches most consistently not at violence, but at sex. Torturing people to death presents relatively little problem to the censors. But dare to show actual sex on film or in print? Unless it’s animal copulation of the non-human kind, its sale is banned in every state.
This is the most baffling element of the way we classify films aimed at grown-ups. Graphic violence? Fine. Love-making by enthusiastic adults? Panic. Ban it. Stop people from seeing on screen what many of us hope to do ourselves.
For a raunchy film to win an R18+ classification and be legally seen where most of the population lives, sex may only be ”realistically simulated”. The guidelines say the general rule is: ”simulation, yes; real thing, no.”
Cross the line into showing actual sex, and the general rule condemns your film to Darwin and the glamorous Fyshwick, the only part of Canberra dominated neither by roundabouts nor institutions dedicated to our national self-importance…
Written by Tim Dick