In a sense this is all your fault. Be careful what you wish for, and all that.

“We’re adults!” everyone cried. “Grown men and women! How come there’s so much violence at the cinema but we’re not allowed to see real sex on screen? We’re entitled! It’s natural! Fuck censorship!”
All valid points of course, but the results of this social protest during the last few years have so far been uninspired.

Lars von Trier gave us a brief moment of hardcore penetration for
his gangbang scene in The Idiots (1998), there were blowjobs in Patrice Chéreau’s miserable Intimacy (2001), and cumshots, I believe
(I didn’t make it to the end, it was so mind-numbingly dull) in Michael Winterbottom’s much-hyped 9 Songs a couple of years back.

Hardcore sex scenes can successfully be employed to enhance narrative – John Cameron Mitchell’s forthcoming masterpiece Short Bus is full of the stuff.