La cintura (1989)

Girl with tight curly hair and a lean build is in a dimly lit bathroom hugging a short-haired guy, both shirtless, soft light catching the steam on the mirror. Later they’re in bed close-up, faces close, slow grinding — looks like missionary with some lazy kissing, him moving just enough to keep it real. She’s on her back, arms around his neck, legs up high, and you see the full length of his thrusts. Then she’s alone on a dark stage under a single spotlight, standing still like she’s performing, but no crowd visible. Finally, they’re outside in the rain on a city street, clothes gone, banging in the open — he’s behind her, doggy against a wall, both drenched, her hair soaked and clinging to her back as he pulls her hips back into him. Camera stays tight, no cuts away, just steady focus on the movement and water sliding down their skin.