The Sessions Review
Ryan Revolver



A San Francisco poet, confined to an iron lung, goes through therapy with a sex surrogate after receiving the green light from his priest.


The trailer for The Sessions did not dilute the message of the film; it served its purpose as an appetizer. Showcasing vulnerability with a healthy dose of Catholic guilt, John Hawkes was spectacular as Mark O’Brien. Watching Hawkes as a polio-stricken man was a major departure from films such as Winter’s Bone or Martha Marcy May Marlene, where his characters had a darker tone. Somewhere between the sessions, you become O’Brien’s wingman. You want him to score. Guiding him along in his journey to manhood-albeit delayed till his late 30’s-was his sex therapist Cheryl, played by Helen Hunt. Cheryl has to remind O’Brien that she is there to help him; it soon becomes apparent to Cheryl that O’Brien is there for her as well. William H.  Macy takes O’Brien’s confessions after each session as Father Brendan. More curious than judgmental, Father Brendan offers support that differs substantially from the Church.


The Sessions was not boring and had a good even story development flow. It got straight to the point, with no unnecessary side story. It’s funny, heartfelt, and pure with its simplicity. It gives the audience an interesting perspective of a disabled man’s sex life, topped off with a bittersweet ending.


I give The Sessions ★★★

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