Fatal Attraction (1987)

“Fatal Attraction” (1987)


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Sometimes a shallow idea like the one here can work. Even if the writing is week, although that will necessarily bar the film of true deepness. But in order to make such a film work, an incredible amount of skill and pure talent in other film dimensions need to be achieved: acting, cinematography, a true sense of pace, rhythm, etc.

We have none here. Douglas does his first Nick Curran, ordinary manipulated puppet, trying to get a grip of the situation, deluded by sex and clever female engineering of events. Glenn Close is certainly committed, even passioned in many bits, but not talented enough to carry the movie like, say, Samantha Morton or Tilda Swinton might have carried it. And well, i don’t think she’s attractive enough to place a happily solidly married man out of the tracks.

Editing, rhythm, pacing, is merely apt, not specially engaged. And that allows us to notice how weak the writing is. Why does she do what she does? Was it the mere “i’m going home” by Douglas that started all the craziness, or awakened it? How about kidnapping their daughter? So she could live his life for a while, yes, and so we could have the tense bit, the “where’s this going” frenzy. But there’s no large form even scratched here, only bits of banality and cliché. It might have had some might when it came out, because the stars where fresh and audiences still believed this worked. But this neither frantic nor tense, neither horror nor suspense. And not even the sexual mood seems to work, the one feature that Adrian Lyne seems to pull from time to time.

So, nothing to see here, at least not today.

My opinion: 1/5

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