Finally, Hollywood has gathered up the courage to tackle one of America's most vexing societal problems: the slightly disappointing sex lives of absurdly rich, good-looking white couples. Bliss stars Craig Sheffer as a good-hearted construction supervisor who is unable to please his neurotic, obsessive wife (Sheryl Lee) sexually. When traditional methods of solving their problem fail, Lee secretly goes to see renegade sexual therapist Terence Stamp. Sheffer soon finds out about their tryst, confronts Stamp, and, in the film's most wonderfully overwrought bit of dialogue, yells at him, "See here, Dr. Fuck! You stay the hell away from my wife!" Sheffer soon realizes his own inadequacies, however, and the film soon turns into a sort of sexual Karate Kid, with young upstart Sheffer learning the ways of Tantric lovemaking from wizened old guru Stamp. Sheffer is soon a sexual whiz, and he induces in his wife an orgasm so incredibly powerful that it unlocks all her repressed traumatic memories and sends her into shock. From there on, Sheffer must learn to come to terms with himself, and Lee must come to terms with the sexual abuse she received as a child before they can start having decent sex. While Bliss is nowhere near a good movie, it manages to maintain a strangely soothing, hypnotic mood for the first hour or so: Everything is so aesthetically pleasing that it hardly seems to matter that all the dialogue is little more than a haphazard juxtaposition of self-help mumbo-jumbo and New Age mysticism.