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" Buster Keaton perfected the deadpan. Pacino excels at the vein-popping scream. But Ben Stiller&amp;#039;s greatest gift to cinema? He&amp;#039;s the modern master of awkward mating.  In his latest film, Greenberg, directed by Noah Baumbach (The Squid and the Whale), Stiller plays a sour, unemployed, verbally abusive forty-year-old in L. A. \u2014 a humorless Larry David. He begins a halting romance with an aimless assistant (Greta Gerwig), which kicks off with a sad-funny sex scene: He can&amp;#039;t get off her bra. Then he goes down on her. &amp;quot;Do you hear a train?&amp;quot; she says absentmindedly. &amp;quot;I think I hear a train.&amp;quot;  Before Greenberg, there was The Heartbreak Kid remake, in which Malin Akerman terrifies Stiller by shouting, &amp;quot;Jackhammer Me! Jackhammer me!&amp;quot; Add to this Your Friends &amp;amp;amp; Neighbors, Neil LaBute&amp;#039;s 1998 anti-romance, and you&amp;#039;ve got a mini-oeuvre. In that one, a very vocal Stiller is having sex with Catherine Keener, when she finally stops him and says, &amp;quot;Is there a chance you could shut the fuck up?&amp;quot; America could use more awkward sex in movies. For one thing, it&amp;#039;s more truthful. Real coitus is often of the interruptus kind, filled with mismatched desires, as opposed to the effortless flow of, say, a Clooney-Johansson sensual ballet.  Bad movie sex is good for our psyches, making the fumbling masses feel less sexually inadequate. We need to see groundouts as well as home runs.  RELATED STORY:  75 Movies Every Man Should See "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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