Kinsey (2004)

I sometimes wonder why certain movies are greenlit and for whom they are intended; such is the case here.  There is little doubt that Alfred Kinsey helped spark not so much a sexual revolution after World War II, but peoples' loss of inhibition in discussing sex.  As the good doctor who spent his first twenty years of university life studying wasps, Liam Neeson does a fine impression of the virgin-when-wed discovering that people can be as different as his wasps and enthusiastically embracing sex in its many forms.  Laura Linney as his equally adventurous wife also does a first-rate job.  But do we really want to follow his career as he is first hailed as a sexual messiah and subsequently labelled some sort of voyeur.  In probably the film's most controversial scene, Kinsey and one of his assistants interview a sexual adventurer who has kept detailed records of his every exploit, including hundreds with under-age children.  The assistant and possibly Kinsey himself is appalled by the guy's insouciance, but was his record-keeping all that different from Kinsey's own research?  For a movie about sex, the film was singularly unsexy, unless one is turned on by the two minutes or so of copulating animals included in the end credits.