Yes, there can be too much of a good thing, even sex. Take “Autoerotic,” a mumblecore comedy directed by Joe Swanberg and Adam Wingard.
It consists of vignettes about the sex lives of four young white couples in Chicago. (Apparently, there are no minorities in the Windy City.)
When the hipsters aren’t having sex of many varieties, they’re talking about it. In one chapter, a pregnant woman (played by Swanberg’s real and really pregnant wife, Kris) has a lesbian encounter in an apartment while the father of her child waits outside.
In another, a woman engages in erotic asphyxiation, which Wikipedia describes as “the intentional restriction of oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal” — a fetish blamed for the death of actor David Carradine in 2009. At another point, a woman pleasures herself in public.
In the funniest segment, a woman goes running and screaming from her boyfriend when she sees what mail-order penis-enhancement drugs have done to his private parts.
Trouble is, the movie is only sporadically funny, and the concept soon grows tiresome. In fact, you could say that there’s too much downtime in “Autoerotic.”