I kind of loved the movie. It's just so sensual and beautiful.
The one scene with the art collector talking about the female orgasm was definitely the most problematic in the way that it puts women up on a pedestal, like they're not even allowed to be human.
Still, I give the director credit for not skimping on the man on man kissing in the club, and for casting such beautiful men in the film. The whole thing could've just been "here's some hot girls scissoring away" but he understood that there could be different levels to the sensuality.
I can understand some of the criticisms of the sex scenes, but they worked for me. Not every lesbian likes exactly the same thing in bed. The sex felt raw and hot to me. It's certainly not some billowy curtains bullsh*t.
"The gods who nurse this universe think little of mortals' cares. They sit in crowds on exclusive clouds and laugh at our love affairs. I might have had a real romance if they'd given me a chance. I loved him, but he didn't love me. I wanted him, but he didn't want me. Then the gods had a spree and indulged in another whim. Now he loves me, but I don't love him." - Cole Porter