The all too specific genre of ‘Erotic Thriller’ has found new life with the
advent of the DVD. Now, films that had to restrain themselves in the theater,
bending to the will of the MPAA, can release an unrated cut to DVD. This is the
case with ‘In the Cut’, a tale of sex, violence and the failure of
relationships. Frannie (Meg Ryan) is a somewhat inhibited teacher whose course
in creative writing seems to fall mostly on deaf ears. She lives in the midst of
the East Village, a section of New York’s Greenwich Village where the bohemian
life style is still very much alive and well. This neighborhood becomes the back
drop for a series of brutal and heinous murders where the young female victims
are dismembered. Investigating the crimes is police detective James Malloy (Mark
Ruffalo), a rough, almost vulgar man. When Frannie becomes involved with the
detective the sexual sparks fly but little Frannie has doubts as to the real
personality of Malloy. The film focuses on the erotic awakening of Frannie, how
her mundane life is reignited but the lusty interludes with the course Mallory.
She surrenders a bit too quickly, submitting to the carnal pleasures to the
exclusion of much of her innate intelligence and common sense. Frannie is
encouraged by her more liberated half-sister Pauline (Jennifer Jason Leigh), a
free spirit trapped working for a little strip club. While the story line is
basically interesting it falls short here. With the exception of Frannie, most
of the characters are mere shadows of real people, there is little for the
audience to bond with. I found my self more interested in the personally
familiar streets of the Village than in the characters.
As a thriller the film misses the mark. While the story line of the
dismembering serial killer infuses the film with a growing dread and tension,
there is initially a lack of immediacy to the danger. Rather than grow
organically it simmers and boils over suddenly. While this is normally a good
thing for this genre In the Cut does not lay the foundation properly to maximize
the effect. Without being able to identify with the characters the audience is
left disconnected from the story. On the erotic side of the dual genre it does
work a bit better. The initial intimate scene between Frannie and Malloy is
sexually charged, a slow enveloping encounter that is almost mesmerizing in its
intensity. These scenes are thankfully not overdone, something that would have
immediately turned this film into the soft core faire found on late night cable.
This is an excellent cast but too often there is not enough for them to grab
onto in order to give the performance they are capable of giving. Ryan is almost
trying too hard here. She seems so willing to shed her successful role as the
American Sweetheart persona that she can’t seem to get a handle on what would
really motivate a woman like Frannie. She does handle the relationship with
Ruffalo’s character well, she plays it as a woman so numbed by her routine life
that she desperately craves a physical spark just to prove she’s alive.
Ruffalo’s presentation of Malloy is almost one dimensional. He comes across as
too vulgar. He’s speech, liberally peppered with expletives, is overly
offensive. Most men would tone down such language, especially in front of a
woman they are sexually attracted to, Ruffalo plays Mallory as someone that
seems to go out of his way to be offensive. Perhaps that works in the context
but I found it to detract from the work. Some of the best chemistry is between
Ryan and Leigh. They really are believable as half-sisters. There is a natural
shorthand to they dialogue, a familiarity with each other that allows the
audience feel at home with them. Leigh plays Pauline just right. There is a
danger with a supporting role like this to overplay the character, to make her
too quirky. Instead Leigh reins in her portrayal of Pauline to one that is
believable and realistic. There is also an uncredited role for Kevin Bacon as
Frannie’s ex-boyfriend. He plays the role of the overworked, obsessive medical
student, injecting a little humor to the faire.
In the some twenty years that Jane Campion has been directing she as produced
some of my favorite films, The Piano and Angel at My Table. She has also been
responsible for one of my least favorites, Holy Smoke. Unfortunately, the trend
that Campion appears to be on is a declining one. She has always been a
stylistic director, one that surrounds her actors with rich, full sets. Recently
style has been overwhelming substance. Here the environment supplies the
required dread but the actors seemed hemmed in, restrained in showing the talent
they posses. The pacing seemed to drag too much. There is a lot of attempts at
the needed exposition but too much is left to the last minute. I prefer a
thriller where on subsequent viewings you can see the clues hidden just beneath
the surface. The cinematography is excellent. Campion often pushes the color
palette to favor a greenish tint that results in keeping the viewer off balance.
The unusual inhabitants of the East Village realistically popular the background
adding a strange setting for a strange movie, they move in and out of frame just
as they do our perception in real life. As a life long New Yorker I really
appreciated this little use of extras.
The DVD is fairly well done. The anamorphic 1.85:1 video is clear and without
flaw. The colors are well done with no edge enhancements noticeable in the many
scenes that contrast light and dark. The audio is uneven. There are times when
the rear speakers come to life and fill the room. Mostly they are dormant,
barely registering the rich ambience of the city streets. While the center
speaker provides the dialogue clearly the overall sound stage is unimpressive.
There is a running commentary with the director and producer. For the most part
Campion’s contribution is interesting, she details many of the technical details
and decisions required to create the film. At times it seems that it is just a
conversation between two girls, gossiping about recent events. Overall the film
is an a fairly interesting art film for the masses but is not up to it’s own
potential.
Post 2/22/04