| Whatever you have heard cannot prepare you for the sheer humidity of this movie. A small town in Florida where everyone automatically thinks of sex whether they are washing the jeep in skimpy white cutoffs or docking a sailboat or frying an egg or even plotting a surprisingly elaborate little scheme that I was grateful was better than it suggested itself to be. |
| Yeah yeah yeah and there is girl on girl action and a little full frontal male nudity. Yahoo. Denise Richards is the most realistic looking android I have ever seen - and I could still see the servos. In fact, I was not aware that there was a special high school just for supermodels and pre-Citizenship Academy Starship Troopers. No wonder everyone is always thinking about sex! |
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The previews for this secretly satisfying but of fluff make it out to be the sexiest thing since Melrose Place Cheating Summer Nights - yet the whole thing looks vaguely like a perfume advertisement. As the movie began I noted that all the blood was in the groin and not in the head - but I am pleased to announce that I was wrong. Do not mistake me - this is not a "good" movie by any means, but it beats the crap out of Skinemax for plot content and actually serves up almost as much skin.
Siskel and Ebert (remember, they loved Kingpin?) gave it two thumbs up - and Ebert wrote that paean to sexless trolls, The Valley Of the Dolls. Keep that in mind. |
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I can appreciate T&A from my male friends' perspective but this seemed so lame and shallow and any-excuse-to-show-nipplage I was disgruntled. Later I wrote, "transparent but improving." That would be my summation, really. It's a difficult journey and had I been watching it on cable I would have been long gone, but with my butt in the seats and my hard-earned money in the register and you, Dear Readers, clamoring for my opinion, well, I stayed. And I was glad I did. Oh the shame. |
| I am told the music (which irritated the crap out of me) was very Twin Peaksish. I will let the masses decide. If nothing else, it was simple and redundant, George S. Clinton was the music man and I suspect this is not the fellow from the P-Funk All stars. Just a hunch. The director John McNaughton, previously did Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, and I have to give him points for not pigeonholing himself. I do believe he sees the prurient in all of us. |
| Funny line many will miss: Kevin Bacon is a sex crimes cop who is badgering Matt Dillon about two rapes he is accused of, and Dillon says "Let him look into the Kennedy assassination," which of course is funny because Kevin Bacon was also in a little movie called Footloose. I mean, JFK. The Hawaiian shirts are TOTALLY awesome in this movie. And don't rush out when the credits start to roll - there is more, and it's cool. Too bad it too so long to get there. |
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