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Year: 1990
Director: Alan J. Pakula
Plot: Rusty Sabich (Harrison Ford) is a bland, oppressed man who burns with a quiet, corrosive intensity that can flare uncontrollably. A Philadelphia prosecutor, Sabich's fire seems to have one outlet: his job. He loves prosecuting people. Otherwise, his life is dead-ended. He has a loveless marriage to a neurotic woman (Bonnie Bedelia) and an overbearing boss (Brian Dennehy) in a labyrinthine law enforcement world of corruption and twisted relationships. Then Carolyn Polhemus (Greta Scacchi) comes into his life. Lovely and seductive, Polhemus easily entices him to break his marital vows, but she schemes to get him to try for his boss' job. When he refuses, she leaves him. When she turns up dead, the victim of an apparent rape-murder, clues begin to point to Sabich. His blood type almost perfectly matches that in the semen found in the victim, carpet fibers at the crime scene match those found in his house, and most damning, his fingerprints are found on a beer glass in Polhemus' apartment. His protestations of innocence ignored, Sabich is put on trial for the murder and hires his biggest adversary (Raul Julia) to defend him. ~ Nick Sambides, Jr., All Movie Guide
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]]>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 07:58:45 GMTPresumed Innocent1990Alan J. PakulaRusty Sabich (<a href="/players/P____24238/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Harrison Ford</a>) is a bland, oppressed man who burns with a quiet, corrosive intensity that can flare uncontrollably. A Philadelphia prosecutor, Sabich's fire seems to have one outlet: his job. He loves prosecuting people. Otherwise, his life is dead-ended. He has a loveless marriage to a neurotic woman (<a href="/players/P_____4930/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Bonnie Bedelia</a>) and an overbearing boss (<a href="/players/P____18601/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Brian Dennehy</a>) in a labyrinthine law enforcement world of corruption and twisted relationships. Then Carolyn Polhemus (<a href="/players/P____63446/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Greta Scacchi</a>) comes into his life. Lovely and seductive, Polhemus easily entices him to break his marital vows, but she schemes to get him to try for his boss' job. When he refuses, she leaves him. When she turns up dead, the victim of an apparent rape-murder, clues begin to point to Sabich. His blood type almost perfectly matches that in the semen found in the victim, carpet fibers at the crime scene match those found in his house, and most damning, his fingerprints are found on a beer glass in Polhemus' apartment. His protestations of innocence ignored, Sabich is put on trial for the murder and hires his biggest adversary (<a href="/players/P____36490/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Raul Julia</a>) to defend him. ~ Nick Sambides, Jr., All Movie Guide13Tag Target (>10)1143http://www.spout.com/ProductImages/t00380etswv.jpghttp://www.spout.com/films/Presumed_Innocent/27299/default.aspxFilm http://www.spout.com/blogs/pippin06/archive/2009/1/5/39134.aspx Post By: pippin06
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Post Date: 1/5/2009 10:26:24 PM
Body: After Leatherheads on New Year's Day (and short of promising football to watch), I culled my parents' movie collection and found Presumed Innocent, which I have never managed to see and yet always wanted to see. I remember when Harrison Ford was considered the actor to be the top box office draw--I wonder what happened there--and I also remember this film being talked about enough to be interested in it, even though I was barely a teenager at the time of its release. Recalling this, I popped it into the DVD player. Ford plays an assistant prosecutor named Rusty Sabich who, when the film begins, seems to live a quiet, even boring suburban life with his wife (Bonnie Bedelia) and son. His boss (Brian Dennehy) is overbearing but also his mentor, and when he arrives to work, Rusty learns from his boss that another assistant prosecutor, Carolyn Polhemus (Greta Scacchi), has been murdered at her home. Since he's up for reelection, the chief prosecutor character (whose name I can't remember) wants Rusty to handle the investigation personally, quickly, and quietly, and Rusty reluctantly agrees amid protestation, since he'd formerly been having an affair with Carolyn. As the movie progresses, the viewer learns that he still seems to be into her, though she broke off the tryst when she realized it would not get her any closer to being chief prosecutor herself. As Rusty progresses through his investigation, clues begin to surface that point to him, such as fingerprints on a glass and semen that matches his blood type (in what looks like a rape prior to death); the chief prosecutor's election opponent and his lackey soon latch onto that theory for the political gain and force Rusty into a situation in which he is charged with Carolyn's murder. Rusty then hires his biggest opponent (Raul Julia) to defend him, as the odds mount against him. I can't remember if this was the film, but I remember one of Harrison's late 80s/early 90s entries being described as "dense and confusing," and for some reason, I see that description attached to this film. I don't think this description is accurate, so I may be confusing my memories just a tad. Presumed Innocent is neither dense nor confusing. It's actually a very good mystery/thriller with a hummer of a twist that most viewers probably wouldn't see coming because the story is told so completely and with just such a slant that reasonable doubt plagues the mind until the conclusion of the film. Because of the impact of the twist, I refuse to spoil anything. I can only say that this is a finely told story, with a complete and satisfying series of events given full dimension and closure, and a very good movie all told. Yet, I had some complaints, as there were some minor though noticeable flaws. I think the performances were very good in this film, particularly by Bedelia and by Julia as supporting players who showed ranges of emotion without betraying motives or secrets they might harbor--and, for the record, the poignant theme of this film is that no character is exempt from moral degradation. Even the most upstanding character has a dark side or set of impulses that can't exactly be considered on the up and up or explained, except in the quest for personal gain. The character I had the most trouble latching onto, however, was Ford's. I love Harrison Ford, I think he is a very good actor, but in this movie, he had to walk a fine line between bland, by-the-book attorney and someone deeply repressed and motivated to have a passionate and adulterous affair that bordered on obsession, as the movie implies. He's the central figure, the heart of the mystery, and morally ambiguous, and yet his performance felt a little two-dimensional, a little flat, almost as if he was bored by the whole thing and at least until his character started to face real consequences. Even then, he played the character almost like a robot, except one scene in which he breaks down in tears at the thought of Carolyn being dead as his wife looks on with confusion and unsettled disappointment, and that scene felt a little forced. I'm not sure if these techniques were meant to inspire the viewer to question and re-question, but it actually served to alienate me from Rusty slightly and his story until the trial portion of the film. The other major problem I had was in the editing. When the movie opens, it's evident that the filmmakers were filming in and around Detroit. and also from the Canadian side in Windsor, Ontario, for the Renaissance Center was in one of the opening frames. Later on, they were in Brian Dennehy's office, possibly after he loses his election bid (it doesn't hurt anything to offer that little detail), and the sky-level view of city behind his widely windowed new office is clearly the Lake Michigan shoreline in Chicago, which is easily recognizable if you've ever been up in the Sears Tower. I was told I'm not supposed to notice these things, but I did because I'm from the Midwest, and it was distracting. Also, the pacing of this movie was a little slow and lagging, particularly in the middle third. I think that largely has to do with how the chronology of events is presented, however, so I'm not sure if that rests in the screenwriting or the direction by Alan J. Pakula (or both), but it took some time for me to connect to the film because I tangibly felt the pace of the movie. To its credit, however, the details are so interesting, and the mystery so engaging, that the slow pace doesn't bother me, especially since the carefully laid puzzle pieces start to rapidly slide into place in the back half of the movie. Overall, I consider these minor flaws because the end result is good enough to leave me feeling satisfied by the film and the story told, and that's all I can hope for in a movie. I think it deserves an 8 for having minor flaws but being very good, but as to the test, I don't know if it passes. I would have to watch it again; this might be one of those films that warrants a second viewing, to see if there were any foreshadowing clues that gave away the ending even when the viewer did not see it coming the first time, and to see if the impact from the twist holds up even a little when the viewer knows it is coming. Presumed Innocent, though, definitely deserves a first viewing because, really, the strength of this film is the story. So, if you like a good yarn, and you don't mind visiting films that are almost two decades old, I recommend Presumed Innocent.
]]>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 03:26:24 GMTpippin06Reel Thoughts1/5/2009 10:26:24 PMAfter Leatherheads on New Year's Day (and short of promising football to watch), I culled my parents' movie collection and found Presumed Innocent, which I have never managed to see and yet always wanted to see. I remember when Harrison Ford was considered the actor to be the top box office draw--I wonder what happened there--and I also remember this film being talked about enough to be interested in it, even though I was barely a teenager at the time of its release. Recalling this, I popped it into the DVD player. Ford plays an assistant prosecutor named Rusty Sabich who, when the film begins, seems to live a quiet, even boring suburban life with his wife (Bonnie Bedelia) and son. His boss (Brian Dennehy) is overbearing but also his mentor, and when he arrives to work, Rusty learns from his boss that another assistant prosecutor, Carolyn Polhemus (Greta Scacchi), has been murdered at her home. Since he's up for reelection, the chief prosecutor character (whose name I can't remember) wants Rusty to handle the investigation personally, quickly, and quietly, and Rusty reluctantly agrees amid protestation, since he'd formerly been having an affair with Carolyn. As the movie progresses, the viewer learns that he still seems to be into her, though she broke off the tryst when she realized it would not get her any closer to being chief prosecutor herself. As Rusty progresses through his investigation, clues begin to surface that point to him, such as fingerprints on a glass and semen that matches his blood type (in what looks like a rape prior to death); the chief prosecutor's election opponent and his lackey soon latch onto that theory for the political gain and force Rusty into a situation in which he is charged with Carolyn's murder. Rusty then hires his biggest opponent (Raul Julia) to defend him, as the odds mount against him. I can't remember if this was the film, but I remember one of Harrison's late 80s/early 90s entries being described as "dense and confusing," and for some reason, I see that description attached to this film. I don't think this description is accurate, so I may be confusing my memories just a tad. Presumed Innocent is neither dense nor confusing. It's actually a very good mystery/thriller with a hummer of a twist that most viewers probably wouldn't see coming because the story is told so completely and with just such a slant that reasonable doubt plagues the mind until the conclusion of the film. Because of the impact of the twist, I refuse to spoil anything. I can only say that this is a finely told story, with a complete and satisfying series of events given full dimension and closure, and a very good movie all told. Yet, I had some complaints, as there were some minor though noticeable flaws. I think the performances were very good in this film, particularly by Bedelia and by Julia as supporting players who showed ranges of emotion without betraying motives or secrets they might harbor--and, for the record, the poignant theme of this film is that no character is exempt from moral degradation. Even the most upstanding character has a dark side or set of impulses that can't exactly be considered on the up and up or explained, except in the quest for personal gain. The character I had the most trouble latching onto, however, was Ford's. I love Harrison Ford, I think he is a very good actor, but in this movie, he had to walk a fine line between bland, by-the-book attorney and someone deeply repressed and motivated to have a passionate and adulterous affair that bordered on obsession, as the movie implies. He's the central figure, the heart of the mystery, and morally ambiguous, and yet his performance felt a little two-dimensional, a little flat, almost as if he was bored by the whole thing and at least until his character started to face real consequences. Even then, he played the character almost like a robot, except one scene in which he breaks down in tears at the thought of Carolyn being dead as his wife looks on with confusion and unsettled disappointment, and that scene felt a little forced. I'm not sure if these techniques were meant to inspire the viewer to question and re-question, but it actually served to alienate me from Rusty slightly and his story until the trial portion of the film. The other major problem I had was in the editing. When the movie opens, it's evident that the filmmakers were filming in and around Detroit. and also from the Canadian side in Windsor, Ontario, for the Renaissance Center was in one of the opening frames. Later on, they were in Brian Dennehy's office, possibly after he loses his election bid (it doesn't hurt anything to offer that little detail), and the sky-level view of city behind his widely windowed new office is clearly the Lake Michigan shoreline in Chicago, which is easily recognizable if you've ever been up in the Sears Tower. I was told I'm not supposed to notice these things, but I did because I'm from the Midwest, and it was distracting. Also, the pacing of this movie was a little slow and lagging, particularly in the middle third. I think that largely has to do with how the chronology of events is presented, however, so I'm not sure if that rests in the screenwriting or the direction by Alan J. Pakula (or both), but it took some time for me to connect to the film because I tangibly felt the pace of the movie. To its credit, however, the details are so interesting, and the mystery so engaging, that the slow pace doesn't bother me, especially since the carefully laid puzzle pieces start to rapidly slide into place in the back half of the movie. Overall, I consider these minor flaws because the end result is good enough to leave me feeling satisfied by the film and the story told, and that's all I can hope for in a movie. I think it deserves an 8 for having minor flaws but being very good, but as to the test, I don't know if it passes. I would have to watch it again; this might be one of those films that warrants a second viewing, to see if there were any foreshadowing clues that gave away the ending even when the viewer did not see it coming the first time, and to see if the impact from the twist holds up even a little when the viewer knows it is coming. Presumed Innocent, though, definitely deserves a first viewing because, really, the strength of this film is the story. So, if you like a good yarn, and you don't mind visiting films that are almost two decades old, I recommend Presumed Innocent. http://www.spout.com/blogs/marymcilwain/archive/2007/7/13/13855.aspx Post By: marymcilwain
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Post Date: 7/13/2007 4:00:22 PM
Body: The Erotic Thriller: a genre extinct? The 1980s and 90s seemingly had multitudes of film execs sitting around bistro tables drinking wine spritzers and snorting lines, coming up with new ways to simultaneously skeeve-out and stimulate the Film-Going American Public. Are those grand days over? Perhaps…but fear not....much like a weathered porno mag found in the woods behind your parents’ house, that’s what cheap used videos are for: learning and reminiscing. And now, to fill your empty, cavernous need, a triple play, a ménage a trois if you will, of sex thrillers, all complete with cringe-worthy sex romps that will leave you feeling just a little bit creepy inside. Nothing illegal, not even porno, just something that is a little bit….off. Strap yourself in for a wild night of semi-deviant sex scenes featuring bizarrely matched and mostly unattractive celebs.The Films: Dressed to Kill, Presumed Innocent, The Big Easy Viewing order importance: It matters not. Dressed to Kill – Brian DePalma, imagined master of the dirty sex thriller, opens with a soft-core shower scene, with Angie Dickinson giving herself a good old-fashioned, lonely-wife, nipple rub down, complete with searching camera and mournful music. She stares at the object of her affection, a disinterested husband, who shaves in the mirror, as she peers through the water-speckled shower door, rubbing a sliver of soap over all her dirty parts. Vastly gratuitous, she focuses her scrubbing bubbles solely on nips and crotch, until interrupted by a man who grabs her from behind and struggles with her. Is it a dream? Is it a fantasy? Ah, a fantasy, as a quick cut to missionary position under the cover humping reveals, starring Angie and hubbie. The guy is seriously all business - doesn't even look up at our Ange - and he at first appears to have done a stand-up job, but the Curator suspects a fake. Upon completion of her dissatisfactory duty, the bored house wife staggers out into the world to gaze upon some art while making a grocery list. However she ends up picking up a random fellow art lover for some afternoon adultery instead, hooking him with a sly technique involving the old "irresistible, classic beige Isotoner glove incentive,” after an elaborate interior museum flirt and chase. From there we proceed to Taxi ride where the stranger commences with the cunnilingi, complete with driver adjusting and peering in the rear view mirror. Watching the stranger’s hand with gold bracelet remove her underthings in quite a luxurious site. Later, back at mystery man’s pad, and “after the lovin” an urban legend horror is realized when Ange finds a Lab Result confirming mystery man’s got the VD. Of all the lousy luck….Angie splits out of there but quick, only to get murdered in the elevator of man’s building. By a transvestite. Named Michael Caine. And all this happens in the first 30 minutes. Catch your breath and move on to: Presumed Innocent – On the surface, the sex in this 1990 thriller isn’t so creepy. It’s got Harrison Ford, pre-most-wrinkles-and-sags, and Greta Scacchi. She’s hot. Yes, Brian Dennehy is in there, but thankfully his sex is only referenced, not shown. But there is something about the power-hump on the Greta’s desk after she and Harry win a Child Abuse Case together that is just kind of “yicky.” Maybe it’s the graphic intensity Harrison displays as he drops his drawers, sucks a nip and powers through that stack of legal “briefs.” Maybe it is just that there is something disconcerting about Harry’s naked thrusting hip. The creepier portions include a constantly referenced rape or not-rape crime with various suspects “fingered,” and the sleezy autopsy doctor describing how “real nice” the rape was, before the angry perp smashes her on the head. The finger of blames finally rests on Harrison, and he now must go on trial for his lover’s murder. The ewww-y-est of all moments however is not a sex scene, but is Harrison’s wife’s description of pulling her husband’s spermicided ooze out of herself and implanting it in dead Greta with a syringe. Nothing says lovin’ like something in the oven. Panting, panting, panting and: The Big Easy –Unease best describes the unadulterated sleeziness that permeates with Zaidigo vapors off a bed befouled by Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin. It is presumed that, as an actor or actress, the shooting of a “romance” scene must be (at least) somewhat uncomfortable and (likely) excruciatingly embarrassing. With that in mind, Quaid and Barkin appear to be trying to make anyone who ever sees this film as uncomfortable as they once were. Payback’s a bitch. The first 30 minutes or so are a kind of chemistry-lacking foreplay to what seems to be one of the most awkward sex encounters of all time. After a bit of hanky-panky and various clothings are removed, Ellen claims, mid-almost coitus, she is “not very good at this,” and “can’t do this" because "I am too nervous, I can’t relax.” Well hell darlin’ how do expect a man to respond to something like that? Denny tells her “Just relax, darlin'. This is the Big Easy. Folks have a certain way o' doin' things down here.” Ummm…yeah. She is then licked and fingered in that not so secret spot by Denny as he slinks all over the sheet, licking her thigh and grunting in his over-the-top, cajon-ified, ridiculous accent. When he kisses her he looks like he is eating her face, and she appears to be probing something out of his far back wisdom tooth with her tongue. The scene is finally interrupted by a murder, but not before Denny’s ass is revealed. Ellen tells us “I’ve never had much luck with sex” to which Denny informs her that “her luck is about to change.” As is our own, as is our own. So. Looking to seduce that special someone with your knowledge of racy, semi-grody sex scenes? Want to indulge yourself in the films your parents watched but you never got to see cause they were “too grown-up?” Do yourself up right and dirty by laying your scummy little hands on these sexy flicks. You won’t be sorry you did…..for long. Originally posted on:Dollar Video Curator
]]>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 20:00:22 GMTmarymcilwainDollar Video Curator7/13/2007 4:00:22 PMThe Erotic Thriller: a genre extinct? The 1980s and 90s seemingly had multitudes of film execs sitting around bistro tables drinking wine spritzers and snorting lines, coming up with new ways to simultaneously skeeve-out and stimulate the Film-Going American Public. Are those grand days over? Perhaps…but fear not....much like a weathered porno mag found in the woods behind your parents’ house, that’s what cheap used videos are for: learning and reminiscing. And now, to fill your empty, cavernous need, a triple play, a ménage a trois if you will, of sex thrillers, all complete with cringe-worthy sex romps that will leave you feeling just a little bit creepy inside. Nothing illegal, not even porno, just something that is a little bit….off. Strap yourself in for a wild night of semi-deviant sex scenes featuring bizarrely matched and mostly unattractive celebs.The Films: Dressed to Kill, Presumed Innocent, The Big Easy Viewing order importance: It matters not. Dressed to Kill – Brian DePalma, imagined master of the dirty sex thriller, opens with a soft-core shower scene, with Angie Dickinson giving herself a good old-fashioned, lonely-wife, nipple rub down, complete with searching camera and mournful music. She stares at the object of her affection, a disinterested husband, who shaves in the mirror, as she peers through the water-speckled shower door, rubbing a sliver of soap over all her dirty parts. Vastly gratuitous, she focuses her scrubbing bubbles solely on nips and crotch, until interrupted by a man who grabs her from behind and struggles with her. Is it a dream? Is it a fantasy? Ah, a fantasy, as a quick cut to missionary position under the cover humping reveals, starring Angie and hubbie. The guy is seriously all business - doesn't even look up at our Ange - and he at first appears to have done a stand-up job, but the Curator suspects a fake. Upon completion of her dissatisfactory duty, the bored house wife staggers out into the world to gaze upon some art while making a grocery list. However she ends up picking up a random fellow art lover for some afternoon adultery instead, hooking him with a sly technique involving the old "irresistible, classic beige Isotoner glove incentive,” after an elaborate interior museum flirt and chase. From there we proceed to Taxi ride where the stranger commences with the cunnilingi, complete with driver adjusting and peering in the rear view mirror. Watching the stranger’s hand with gold bracelet remove her underthings in quite a luxurious site. Later, back at mystery man’s pad, and “after the lovin” an urban legend horror is realized when Ange finds a Lab Result confirming mystery man’s got the VD. Of all the lousy luck….Angie splits out of there but quick, only to get murdered in the elevator of man’s building. By a transvestite. Named Michael Caine. And all this happens in the first 30 minutes. Catch your breath and move on to: Presumed Innocent – On the surface, the sex in this 1990 thriller isn’t so creepy. It’s got Harrison Ford, pre-most-wrinkles-and-sags, and Greta Scacchi. She’s hot. Yes, Brian Dennehy is in there, but thankfully his sex is only referenced, not shown. But there is something about the power-hump on the Greta’s desk after she and Harry win a Child Abuse Case together that is just kind of “yicky.” Maybe it’s the graphic intensity Harrison displays as he drops his drawers, sucks a nip and powers through that stack of legal “briefs.” Maybe it is just that there is something disconcerting about Harry’s naked thrusting hip. The creepier portions include a constantly referenced rape or not-rape crime with various suspects “fingered,” and the sleezy autopsy doctor describing how “real nice” the rape was, before the angry perp smashes her on the head. The finger of blames finally rests on Harrison, and he now must go on trial for his lover’s murder. The ewww-y-est of all moments however is not a sex scene, but is Harrison’s wife’s description of pulling her husband’s spermicided ooze out of herself and implanting it in dead Greta with a syringe. Nothing says lovin’ like something in the oven. Panting, panting, panting and: The Big Easy –Unease best describes the unadulterated sleeziness that permeates with Zaidigo vapors off a bed befouled by Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin. It is presumed that, as an actor or actress, the shooting of a “romance” scene must be (at least) somewhat uncomfortable and (likely) excruciatingly embarrassing. With that in mind, Quaid and Barkin appear to be trying to make anyone who ever sees this film as uncomfortable as they once were. Payback’s a bitch. The first 30 minutes or so are a kind of chemistry-lacking foreplay to what seems to be one of the most awkward sex encounters of all time. After a bit of hanky-panky and various clothings are removed, Ellen claims, mid-almost coitus, she is “not very good at this,” and “can’t do this" because "I am too nervous, I can’t relax.” Well hell darlin’ how do expect a man to respond to something like that? Denny tells her “Just relax, darlin'. This is the Big Easy. Folks have a certain way o' doin' things down here.” Ummm…yeah. She is then licked and fingered in that not so secret spot by Denny as he slinks all over the sheet, licking her thigh and grunting in his over-the-top, cajon-ified, ridiculous accent. When he kisses her he looks like he is eating her face, and she appears to be probing something out of his far back wisdom tooth with her tongue. The scene is finally interrupted by a murder, but not before Denny’s ass is revealed. Ellen tells us “I’ve never had much luck with sex” to which Denny informs her that “her luck is about to change.” As is our own, as is our own. So. Looking to seduce that special someone with your knowledge of racy, semi-grody sex scenes? Want to indulge yourself in the films your parents watched but you never got to see cause they were “too grown-up?” Do yourself up right and dirty by laying your scummy little hands on these sexy flicks. You won’t be sorry you did…..for long. Originally posted on:Dollar Video Curator http://www.spout.com/blogs/marymcilwain/archive/2007/6/26/12281.aspx Post By: marymcilwain
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Post Date: 6/26/2007 7:00:48 PM
Body: The Erotic Thriller: a genre extinct? The 1980s and 90s seemingly had multitudes of film execs sitting around bistro tables drinking wine spritzers and snorting lines, coming up with new ways to simultaneously skeeve-out and stimulate the Film-Going American Public. Are those grand days over? Perhaps…but fear not....much like a weathered porno mag found in the woods behind your parents’ house, that’s what cheap used videos are for: learning and reminiscing. And now, to fill your empty, cavernous need, a triple play, a ménage a trois if you will, of sex thrillers, all complete with cringe-worthy sex romps that will leave you feeling just a little bit creepy inside. Nothing illegal, not even porno, just something that is a little bit….off. Strap yourself in for a wild night of semi-deviant sex scenes featuring bizarrely matched and mostly unattractive celebs.The Films: Dressed to Kill, Presumed Innocent, The Big Easy Viewing order importance: It matters not. Dressed to Kill – Brian DePalma, imagined master of the dirty sex thriller, opens with a soft-core shower scene, with Angie Dickinson giving herself a good old-fashioned, lonely-wife, nipple rub down, complete with searching camera and mournful music. She stares at the object of her affection, a disinterested husband, who shaves in the mirror, as she peers through the water-speckled shower door, rubbing a sliver of soap over all her dirty parts. Vastly gratuitous, she focuses her scrubbing bubbles solely on nips and crotch, until interrupted by a man who grabs her from behind and struggles with her. Is it a dream? Is it a fantasy? Ah, a fantasy, as a quick cut to missionary position under the cover humping reveals, starring Angie and hubbie. The guy is seriously all business - doesn't even look up at our Ange - and he at first appears to have done a stand-up job, but the Curator suspects a fake. Upon completion of her dissatisfactory duty, the bored house wife staggers out into the world to gaze upon some art while making a grocery list. However she ends up picking up a random fellow art lover for some afternoon adultery instead, hooking him with a sly technique involving the old "irresistible, classic beige Isotoner glove incentive,” after an elaborate interior museum flirt and chase. From there we proceed to Taxi ride where the stranger commences with the cunnilingi, complete with driver adjusting and peering in the rear view mirror. Watching the stranger’s hand with gold bracelet remove her underthings in quite a luxurious site. Later, back at mystery man’s pad, and “after the lovin” an urban legend horror is realized when Ange finds a Lab Result confirming mystery man’s got the VD. Of all the lousy luck….Angie splits out of there but quick, only to get murdered in the elevator of man’s building. By a transvestite. Named Michael Caine. And all this happens in the first 30 minutes. Catch your breath and move on to: Presumed Innocent – On the surface, the sex in this 1990 thriller isn’t so creepy. It’s got Harrison Ford, pre-most-wrinkles-and-sags, and Greta Scacchi. She’s hot. Yes, Brian Dennehy is in there, but thankfully his sex is only referenced, not shown. But there is something about the power-hump on the Greta’s desk after she and Harry win a Child Abuse Case together that is just kind of “yicky.” Maybe it’s the graphic intensity Harrison displays as he drops his drawers, sucks a nip and powers through that stack of legal “briefs.” Maybe it is just that there is something disconcerting about Harry’s naked thrusting hip. The creepier portions include a constantly referenced rape or not-rape crime with various suspects “fingered,” and the sleezy autopsy doctor describing how “real nice” the rape was, before the angry perp smashes her on the head. The finger of blames finally rests on Harrison, and he now must go on trial for his lover’s murder. The ewww-y-est of all moments however is not a sex scene, but is Harrison’s wife’s description of pulling her husband’s spermicided ooze out of herself and implanting it in dead Greta with a syringe. Nothing says lovin’ like something in the oven. Panting, panting, panting and: The Big Easy –Unease best describes the unadulterated sleeziness that permeates with Zaidigo vapors off a bed befouled by Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin. It is presumed that, as an actor or actress, the shooting of a “romance” scene must be (at least) somewhat uncomfortable and (likely) excruciatingly embarrassing. With that in mind, Quaid and Barkin appear to be trying to make anyone who ever sees this film as uncomfortable as they once were. Payback’s a bitch. The first 30 minutes or so are a kind of chemistry-lacking foreplay to what seems to be one of the most awkward sex encounters of all time. After a bit of hanky-panky and various clothings are removed, Ellen claims, mid-almost coitus, she is “not very good at this,” and “can’t do this" because "I am too nervous, I can’t relax.” Well hell darlin’ how do expect a man to respond to something like that? Denny tells her “Just relax, darlin'. This is the Big Easy. Folks have a certain way o' doin' things down here.” Ummm…yeah. She is then licked and fingered in that not so secret spot by Denny as he slinks all over the sheet, licking her thigh and grunting in his over-the-top, cajon-ified, ridiculous accent. When he kisses her he looks like he is eating her face, and she appears to be probing something out of his far back wisdom tooth with her tongue. The scene is finally interrupted by a murder, but not before Denny’s ass is revealed. Ellen tells us “I’ve never had much luck with sex” to which Denny informs her that “her luck is about to change.” As is our own, as is our own. So. Looking to seduce that special someone with your knowledge of racy, semi-grody sex scenes? Want to indulge yourself in the films your parents watched but you never got to see cause they were “too grown-up?” Do yourself up right and dirty by laying your scummy little hands on these sexy flicks. You won’t be sorry you did…..for long. Originally posted on:Dollar Video Curator
]]>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 23:00:48 GMTmarymcilwainDollar Video Curator6/26/2007 7:00:48 PMThe Erotic Thriller: a genre extinct? The 1980s and 90s seemingly had multitudes of film execs sitting around bistro tables drinking wine spritzers and snorting lines, coming up with new ways to simultaneously skeeve-out and stimulate the Film-Going American Public. Are those grand days over? Perhaps…but fear not....much like a weathered porno mag found in the woods behind your parents’ house, that’s what cheap used videos are for: learning and reminiscing. And now, to fill your empty, cavernous need, a triple play, a ménage a trois if you will, of sex thrillers, all complete with cringe-worthy sex romps that will leave you feeling just a little bit creepy inside. Nothing illegal, not even porno, just something that is a little bit….off. Strap yourself in for a wild night of semi-deviant sex scenes featuring bizarrely matched and mostly unattractive celebs.The Films: Dressed to Kill, Presumed Innocent, The Big Easy Viewing order importance: It matters not. Dressed to Kill – Brian DePalma, imagined master of the dirty sex thriller, opens with a soft-core shower scene, with Angie Dickinson giving herself a good old-fashioned, lonely-wife, nipple rub down, complete with searching camera and mournful music. She stares at the object of her affection, a disinterested husband, who shaves in the mirror, as she peers through the water-speckled shower door, rubbing a sliver of soap over all her dirty parts. Vastly gratuitous, she focuses her scrubbing bubbles solely on nips and crotch, until interrupted by a man who grabs her from behind and struggles with her. Is it a dream? Is it a fantasy? Ah, a fantasy, as a quick cut to missionary position under the cover humping reveals, starring Angie and hubbie. The guy is seriously all business - doesn't even look up at our Ange - and he at first appears to have done a stand-up job, but the Curator suspects a fake. Upon completion of her dissatisfactory duty, the bored house wife staggers out into the world to gaze upon some art while making a grocery list. However she ends up picking up a random fellow art lover for some afternoon adultery instead, hooking him with a sly technique involving the old "irresistible, classic beige Isotoner glove incentive,” after an elaborate interior museum flirt and chase. From there we proceed to Taxi ride where the stranger commences with the cunnilingi, complete with driver adjusting and peering in the rear view mirror. Watching the stranger’s hand with gold bracelet remove her underthings in quite a luxurious site. Later, back at mystery man’s pad, and “after the lovin” an urban legend horror is realized when Ange finds a Lab Result confirming mystery man’s got the VD. Of all the lousy luck….Angie splits out of there but quick, only to get murdered in the elevator of man’s building. By a transvestite. Named Michael Caine. And all this happens in the first 30 minutes. Catch your breath and move on to: Presumed Innocent – On the surface, the sex in this 1990 thriller isn’t so creepy. It’s got Harrison Ford, pre-most-wrinkles-and-sags, and Greta Scacchi. She’s hot. Yes, Brian Dennehy is in there, but thankfully his sex is only referenced, not shown. But there is something about the power-hump on the Greta’s desk after she and Harry win a Child Abuse Case together that is just kind of “yicky.” Maybe it’s the graphic intensity Harrison displays as he drops his drawers, sucks a nip and powers through that stack of legal “briefs.” Maybe it is just that there is something disconcerting about Harry’s naked thrusting hip. The creepier portions include a constantly referenced rape or not-rape crime with various suspects “fingered,” and the sleezy autopsy doctor describing how “real nice” the rape was, before the angry perp smashes her on the head. The finger of blames finally rests on Harrison, and he now must go on trial for his lover’s murder. The ewww-y-est of all moments however is not a sex scene, but is Harrison’s wife’s description of pulling her husband’s spermicided ooze out of herself and implanting it in dead Greta with a syringe. Nothing says lovin’ like something in the oven. Panting, panting, panting and: The Big Easy –Unease best describes the unadulterated sleeziness that permeates with Zaidigo vapors off a bed befouled by Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin. It is presumed that, as an actor or actress, the shooting of a “romance” scene must be (at least) somewhat uncomfortable and (likely) excruciatingly embarrassing. With that in mind, Quaid and Barkin appear to be trying to make anyone who ever sees this film as uncomfortable as they once were. Payback’s a bitch. The first 30 minutes or so are a kind of chemistry-lacking foreplay to what seems to be one of the most awkward sex encounters of all time. After a bit of hanky-panky and various clothings are removed, Ellen claims, mid-almost coitus, she is “not very good at this,” and “can’t do this" because "I am too nervous, I can’t relax.” Well hell darlin’ how do expect a man to respond to something like that? Denny tells her “Just relax, darlin'. This is the Big Easy. Folks have a certain way o' doin' things down here.” Ummm…yeah. She is then licked and fingered in that not so secret spot by Denny as he slinks all over the sheet, licking her thigh and grunting in his over-the-top, cajon-ified, ridiculous accent. When he kisses her he looks like he is eating her face, and she appears to be probing something out of his far back wisdom tooth with her tongue. The scene is finally interrupted by a murder, but not before Denny’s ass is revealed. Ellen tells us “I’ve never had much luck with sex” to which Denny informs her that “her luck is about to change.” As is our own, as is our own. So. Looking to seduce that special someone with your knowledge of racy, semi-grody sex scenes? Want to indulge yourself in the films your parents watched but you never got to see cause they were “too grown-up?” Do yourself up right and dirty by laying your scummy little hands on these sexy flicks. You won’t be sorry you did…..for long. Originally posted on:Dollar Video Curator http://www.spout.com/blogs/kayscarpetta/archive/2007/2/26/5816.aspx Post By: kayscarpetta
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Body: Harrison Ford plays Rosat K. Sabich who is charged with the murder of his former lover. Did he do it or has someone framed him? He investigates her murder even though it is an obvious conflict of interest. This ultimately becomes the weapon used against him as he is formally charged by a former colleague. Office politics rule supreme and he struggles with the loyalty of people he thought he knew. And by the end, all is revealed.Awesome movie even though I've read the book by Scott Turow. Yeah, the book was better. If I hadn't know whodunnit, the ending of the movie would have definitely shocked me.
]]>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:04:29 GMTkayscarpettakayscarpetta Blog2/26/2007 8:04:29 PMHarrison Ford plays Rosat K. Sabich who is charged with the murder of his former lover. Did he do it or has someone framed him? He investigates her murder even though it is an obvious conflict of interest. This ultimately becomes the weapon used against him as he is formally charged by a former colleague. Office politics rule supreme and he struggles with the loyalty of people he thought he knew. And by the end, all is revealed.Awesome movie even though I&#39;ve read the book by Scott Turow. Yeah, the book was better. If I hadn&#39;t know whodunnit, the ending of the movie would have definitely shocked me. http://www.spout.com/members/0/tags/murder/MemberTagFilms.aspxmurder
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