MOVIE RATING SCALE:

***** (Spectacular) 10

****1/2 (Excellent) 9

**** (Very Good) 8

***1/2 (Good) 7

*** (Above Average) 6

**1/2 (Average) 5

** (Below Average) 4

*1/2 (Mediocre) 3

* (Awful) 2

1/2 (Abysmal) 1

0 (Worthless) 0


Sunday, February 22, 2015

# 603 - INDECENT PROPOSAL


INDECENT PROPOSAL (1993 - ROMANCE / DRAMA) ***1/2 out of *****  OR 7 out of 10

(Robert, you could've had me for $99.95 and some room service...)




CAST:  Robert Redford, Demi Moore, Woody Harrelson, Oliver Platt, Seymour Cassell, Billy Bob Thornton, Billy Connolly, Joel Brooks.  

DIRECTOR: Adrian Lyne

(WARNING: Some SPOILERS and one colossal, stupendous, utterly obvious no-brainer of a decision - straight ahead)




IT'S LIKE THIS:  You can tell a lot about a person by the what his/her favorite "Vegas Movie" is.  

If someone likes THE HANGOVER, chances are that person is an inveterate party animal who likes to laugh a lot and is easygoing and is basically a "Dude's Dude" - or a "Dudette's Dudette."  If someone likes OCEAN'S ELEVEN, chances are that person is someone who is kind of "hip" but also mainstream enough to not be too snobbish or, well, too hip.  If someone likes LEAVING LAS VEGAS, they're probably the opposite of the person who likes THE HANGOVER: a little too intellectual, brooding, cerebral, and, well, thinks to goddamn much.  And if someone's favorite "Vegas Movie" is our next review, INDECENT PROPOSAL, they're probably a fucking freak of the highest order.  Make that a "Fah-Reak!"

Folks, it will come as a staggeringly unforeseen, thoroughly unexpected revelation that my favorite Vegas Movie is none other than...  INDECENT PROPOSAL.  I know, right?  Who would've known?  

Whatever.  

Anyhow, INDECENT PROPOSAL is another example of the "Artificial Dilemma/What Exactly Is The Fucking Problem Here? Movie" that we discussed in our last review.  That was the thoroughly crappy THE BOY NEXT DOOR (review # 602), a film that was high in Eye Candy Factor (Ryan Guzman and Jennifer Lopez's asses), but low in Entertainment Quality Factor (unless you count Kristin Chenoweth's shitty haircut as 'entertainment' - meow).  

As we talked about in THE BOY NEXT DOOR, these kind of movies purport to have protagonists with serious problems - but in reality, these chuckleheads should be conga-ing the night away while pouring champagne down their naked torsos and licking it off each other.  Because, folks, these people have got it made.  In THE BOY NEXT DOOR, J. Lo played a fortysomething school teacher who could pass for 20 who begins having a red-hot affair with her hunky young neighbor who is supposedly just 19.  

However, Instead of treating this "pump-and-go-on-the-down-low" for the goldmine godsend that it is, our stupid teacher who looks exactly like Jenny From The Block basically feels "guilty" for fucking someone much younger than her and calls it all off - despite him looking as scrumptious as Ryan Guzman.  Predictably, Mr. Boy Toy doesn't take this lying down, obviously believing in that old saying that goes "If you love something, let it go.  If it comes back to you, then it was always yours to begin with.  If it doesn't come back to you - THEN YOU MAKE ITS LIFE A LIVING HELL UNTIL IT DOES!"

Wait, is that how that saying goes?  Whatever. 

Anyhow, all the trouble that ensues in THE BOY NEXT DOOR could've been avoided if its heroine would've just, you know, realized how lucky she was and, you know, kept on riding her Boy Toy's prime rib tube steak like it was attached to a bucking Bronco.  The same thing befalls the leads of INDECENT PROPOSAL: essentially, they shoot themselves in the foot - big time.   Although, thankfully, at least one of them is using her brain.  

Our leads are the drop-dead gorgeous L.A. couple David and Diana Murphy (Woody Harrelson and Demi Moore).  David is a sweet, sexy, slightly nerdy, blond architect who is building a dream house next to the Pacific in Santa Monica - a project he hopes will get him noticed and lead to other projects.  Diana is a ridiculously-gorgeous raven-haired real-estate agent who supports her man 100% and constantly reminds him that he is destined for greatness.  If you're going to have a  threesome with a couple, David and Diana are your best bets, folks.  I wouldn't know who to fuck first. 

And let me just take a moment to extol the beauty of Demi Moore in this movie.  This woman was never more hypnotically-gorgeous than she was in INDECENT PROPOSAL.   She rocks that raven bob like no one's business.  She even trumps the lovely Sharon Stone from SLIVER (released the same year, two months later) who sported a similar blond bob, albeit a blond one.  As lovely as Shazza was in SLIVER (the best she has ever looked, in my opinion) she somehow can't hold a candle to Demi in INDECENT PROPOSAL.  There's just something so alluring about the right shade of raven hair on a gorgeous woman that no blonde hair (which, let's face it, is most of the time just lightened from a dishwater shade with peroxide) could ever compete with.  Go, Demi!



But I digress.  Anyhow, as INDECENT PROPOSAL starts, it does appear that David and Diana do have some legitimate problems.  The recession of the early 90s has just hit, and the construction & real-estate businesses have dried up, leading to David being laid off and Diana unable to close a sale in months.  This leads to the bank foreclosing on the land David is building his Dream House on.  Soon, it's looking like they could even lose their own house itself.  

Desperate, David borrows $5,000 from his old man - and hightails it to Vegas with Diana to try to turn it into the $50,000 they need to catch up on the property payments and save the land, their Dream House, and their own home from being gobbled up by the bank.  Jeez, David...  why don't you just buy 5,000 lottery tickets?  You've got better odds that way.  All in all, I don't think Vegas is the most sure-fire fundraising idea, folks...

Before you know it, David and Diana have jumped in their junky jalopy and made the few-hour drive from L.A. to Vegas, where they don't waste any time hitting the roulette tables.  For a time, it looks like David's crazy scheme just might work, because soon they have quintupled their five grand to $25,000.  Unfortunately, apparently never having heard that old saying that goes "Quit while you're ahead, assholes" our lovely couple keeps on tossing 'em dice.  It's my great regret to tell you that, sure enough, our hot couple's luck dries up - and they pretty much lose all of the $25,000.  Including the $5,000 they borrowed from David's pops.  Yikes.  

At this point, you're probably all like:  "why are you calling this an 'Artificial Dilemma/What Exactly Is The Fucking Problem Here? Movie' dude? These people actually DO have a dilemma and some serious problems!!!"  Patience, dear reader.  You will soon see what I mean.  

Anyway, it's at this point that a mysterious character who has been keeping mainly to the sidelines and the shadows finally takes center stage - and thankfully finally gets into the action.  He is the cool, sexy, ruthless, intriguing, charming billionaire named John Gage (Robert Redford).   Having noticed Diana with her shiny raven bob, long legs, and big tits when she was stealing chocolates earlier from a hoity-toity boutique (don't ask), Sir John approaches our down-trodden couple and asks if he can have Diana bless his dice for luck - with a kiss.  Reluctantly, Diana complies - and lo & behold when the roll of the cubes nets Sir John a cool million.  Jack-Pot!  Too bad none of that will go to David and Diana.  

Or will it?  

Now, here's where INDECENT PROPOSAL becomes a member of the "Artificial Dilemma/What Exactly Is The Fucking Problem Here? Movie":  Sir John offers David and Diana that million dollars they won for him - if Diana will spend one night with him.  Hilariously, our couple turn him down flat.  I mean, it's not like they just lost all their money and are about to lose their land and houses, right?   Let me just cut to the chase here, folks, and say that I will fuck anyone for a million dollars - whether or not I needed the money.  If that makes me a whore, then yes I'm a whore. 

Diana is apparently of the same mind (thank god) and convinces David that they need to do this in order for them to save everything they own.  She rationalizes it by saying that Sir John will only be using her body - but he won't be touching her heart or her mind.  Ha ha ha.  Good one, Diana.  Clearly, you have no idea how persuasive a few earth-shattering, Geiger-scale-registering orgasms can change you.  There's a reason why it's called "rocking your world."

I hope you know now what I mean when I say that our leads really have no problems, whatsoever.   They've just been offered a million bucks for a one-night-stand between Diana and a billionaire who is sexy as fuck.  Even if Sir John looked like Steve Buscemi or Danny DeVito, we're talking about a million bucks here, folks. Yet, David and Diana fret and furrow and hem and haw like they actually have a hard decision to make.  Right.

Meanwhile, Sir John looks as happy as a cat in a fish market when he learns that Diana has agreed.  Or sure she acts all icy and haughty and assures him she won't enjoy their night, but we know she'll be screeching like a hyena by dawn and barely be able to walk straight.  Hey, man, Johnny boy needs to get his money's worth - and he's only got 12 hours to do it in.  

So...  how will Sir John and Diana's fleeting fuck-a-thon affect her marriage to David.  Will our married couple be able to forget it ever happened - and just enjoy the money it brought them?  What happens when Diana finds out afterwards that John bought up their L.A. property and dream house project?  Is our sexy billionaire manipulating the situation because he wants to draw Diana back into his orbit?  Does he have real feelings for Diana?  And what happens when David gets increasingly jealous and insecure about Diana's "one night" with John?  Can the Murphy marriage be saved?  Was it all worth that million bucks?  

Fuck yeah, it was.  Get over it, David.   And live off the interest...


BUT SERIOUSLY:   In 1993, two films were released by Paramount Pictures within two months of each other that had generated sizable media interest in the months leading to their release: INDECENT PROPOSAL and SLIVER.  Both films had "erotic" elements, but INDECENT PROPOSAL was tamer, and more of a romantic drama, whereas SLIVER was more daring, and definitely a thriller.  Both films were greeted with controversy as they neared their release dates in the Spring of 1993.  

SLIVER had to not only contend with the MPAA over its sex scenes which had to be drastically-edited and watered down to avoid the dreaded NC-17 rating, but also had to undergo script rewrites and extensive re-shoots after a test screening resulted in preview audiences panning the original darker ending in which the heroine (Sharon Stone) crosses over completely to the dark side.  Unfortunately, the new, "safer", more PC-friendly ending that was released in theaters neutered SLIVER and made the whole affair almost pointless.  Because of these last-minute changes that significantly altered the tone and feel of the movie, as well as nonsensically changed the identity of the killer, SLIVER underperformed at the North American box-office - but still made a killing overseas.  

INDECENT PROPOSAL, by contrast, didn't have as much explicit sexuality in it, nor did it have to undergo extensive reshooting.  However, what it lacked in raunch and story revisions, it made up for with the sheer controversy its premise generated.  Many feminist groups objected to the idea of a woman being seduced into one night with a very rich man by a bribe of $1,000,000.  Many labeled the film as "disgusting" and "offensive".  Just like with SLIVER, all this hoopla ensured that INDECENT PROPOSAL would open big at the box-office in the # 1 spot.  

Unlike SLIVER, though, INDECENT PROPOSAL didn't fall off and continued to rake it in.  This is largely because INDECENT PROPOSAL didn't suffer SLIVER's fate of being almost-fatally altered at the last moment.  By contrast, this movie doesn't apologize for its racy premise of a woman spending one night with a billionaire for a million dollars.  I firmly believe the original cut of SLIVER would have fared just as well as INDECENT PROPOSAL at the box-office if Paramount had stood their ground and kept SLIVER's original, uncompromising ending that showed there could be such a thing as a happy resolution that is also dark and sinister.  

INDECENT PROPOSAL works because, at its core, it is a true romance - despite its rather unorthodox set-up.  It also sidesteps that pesky thing that plagues many a romantic drama or romantic comedy: "The Lopsided Love Triangle."  This is a romanic situation wherein a character is torn between to potential lovers - when one is clearly much, much, MUCH better than the other.  This renders the object of affection's confusion and indecision rather pointless and, worse, unbelievable.  In real life, you or I would know exactly who to choose.  

Here, Diana's indecision whether to choose John or David is very credible, since both men are ideal choices in their own way.  While John has a formidable magnetism and charisma that hypnotic and irresistible, he also has wistful, noble melancholy that just stops short of making him truly vulnerable.   By contrast, David has a shyer, more boyish quality that is tempered by real backbone and fire when the occasion warrants it.  Both Robert Redford and Woody Harrelson effectively sell their characters, making Diana's dilemma understandable.  

Speaking of Diana, as I mentioned before, Demi Moore never looked more beautiful than she did in this movie.  Casting Moore was critical because we have to understand why a man as powerful and rich as John Gage - someone who could have any woman he wants - would fall under Diana's spell at first sight.  The role needed someone unforgettably beautiful, but also intriguingly and interestingly complex.  As she proved in GHOST, Moore has the ability to be both tough, assertive, and flinty - while also being thoroughly vulnerable and tender at the same time.  It also helps considerably that Moore, with her raven hair and slightly-exotic looks, and Redford, with his rugged California Boy blondness, make for one aesthetically-pleasing couple with serious chemistry.   

Moore's chemisty with Harrelson is of a less-combustible variety, but it is still a strong one.  This is completely appropriate because Diana and David have been married for five years, and their connection is a more mellow one, rather than the fresh, smoldering one between John and Diana.  All in all, this is one of the stronger love triangles in Movie History, and there is some real suspense all the way to nearly the end about who Diana will choose.  

As INDECENT PROPOSAL nears its resolution it becomes more and more of a conventional romance.  Because of this, it stops just short of hitting a **** / 8 rating.  However, it is definitely still a solidly good film that takes a very atypical route to telling the age-old story of "boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-wins-girl-back."  In this day and age, that is something to reward.   

Up next, our review of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, which is as controversial as INDECENT PROPOSAL and SLIVER were in 1993.  In fact, SLIVER basically paved the way for FIFTY SHADES OF GREY.  The only difference is SLIVER is much more of a murder-mystery/thriller - and was clearly ahead of its time.  







Sunday, February 8, 2015

# 602 - THE BOY NEXT DOOR


THE BOY NEXT DOOR (2015 - THRILLER) *1/2 out of *****  OR  3 out of 10

(Why the fuck don't my next door neighbors look like this guy?)




CAST:  Jennifer Lopez, Ryan Guzman, John Corbett, Kristen Chenoweth, Ian Nelson, Hill Harper, Lexi Atkins, Adam Hicks

DIRECTOR: Rob Cohen

(WARNING: Some SPOILERS and one stupid bitch making things more complicated than they should be - straight ahead...)





IT'S LIKE THIS:  There's a sub-genre of film that I like to call the "Artificial Dilemma Movie."  Or, more accurately, the "What Exactly Is The Fucking Problem Here? Movie."  Basically, in these films, the protagonists hem and haw over some allegedly horrible scenario that you or I would actually welcome with open arms in real life - and have absolutely no issue with.  Our next three reviews are prime examples of the "Artificial Dilemma/What Exactly Is The Fucking Problem Here? Movie."  

They are THE BOY NEXT DOOR, INDECENT PROPOSAL, and FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY.  In all three of these films, we have main characters who bitch and moan about some awful pickle they're supposedly in - when in reality they should be celebrating and gargling tequila while doing victory fist-pumps in the air.  Or, as I said at least twenty times while watching each of these films:  "What exactly is the fucking problem here?"

Out of these three flicks, the shittiest one is THE BOY NEXT DOOR.  J.Lo plays Claire Peterson, a cuckolded mother and teacher who begins boning Noah Sandborn (Ryan Guzman), the hot 19-year-old who lives next door.  But then she has a crisis of conscience and tries to pull the "wish-you-well-have-a-great-life-best-of-luck-don't-call-me-I'll call you" routine on him.  Only problem is, Mr. Boy Toy will not be discarded that easily.  Sure enough, he's popping over to J.Lo's, er, Jenny From The Block's, er, Claire's house unannounced and dropping hints of their illicit fuck-a-thon to her cheating husband Garrett (John Corbett) and her wimpy-ass son Kevin (Ian Nelson) - just to fuck with Claire and humiliate her.  

Clearly, Noah has been boning up on movies like PLAY MISTY FOR ME, FATAL ATTRACTION, and UNLAWFUL ENTRY.  Glad to know he's boning up on something besides J.Lo, er Jenny From The Block, er, Claire.  

Speaking of PLAY MISTY FOR ME, FATAL ATTRACTION, and UNLAWFUL ENTRY, I should point out that, in addition to being an example of a "What Exactly Is The Fucking Problem Here? Movie",  THE BOY NEXT DOOR is also a throwback to yet another sub-genre of the Thriller Genre that thrived in cinemas in the late-80s and early-90s: the "Fill-In-The-Blank-From-Hell Thriller."  Essentially, in these thrillers, the hero or heroine meets and befriends a person who initially seems likable and sympathetic - but who then rapidly turns into a cross between the Kraken from CLASH OF THE TITANS and the velociraptors from JURASSIC PARK. 

Basically, PLAY MISTY FOR ME  was the "One-Night-Stand-From-Hell Thriller".  FATAL ATTRACTION was the "Two-Night-Stand-From-Hell Thriller".  UNLAWFUL ENTRY was the "LAPD-Cop-From-Hell Thriller".  THE TEMP was the "Secretary-From-Hell Thriller".  SINGLE WHITE FEMALE was the "Roommate-From-Hell Thriller".  THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE was the "Nanny-From-Hell Thriller".  FEAR was the "Boyfriend-From-Hell Thriller".  PACIFIC HEIGHTS was the "Tenant-From-Hell Thriller".  LAKEVIEW TERRACE and ARLINGTON ROAD were the "Neighbors-From-Hell Thrillers".  THE RESIDENT was the "Landlord-From-Hell Thriller".  

And now, with the arrival of THE BOY NEXT DOOR, we finally have the entry that I have been waiting for my whole life: the "Boy-Toy-From-Hell Thriller".  Terrorize me, you big stud...

Unfortunately, Claire isn't a freak like me who doesn't mind being stalked as long as my stalker looks like Ryan Guzman or Theo James.   Nope, she runs around wringing her hands and whining to her irritating best pal Vicky (Kristin Chenoweth) that she should never have slept with Noah, despite him looking exactly like, you know, Ryan Guzman.  I have to be honest and tell you that I spent 3/4ths of this movie squeezing my eyes shut, pinching the bridge of my nose, and shaking my head while saying those words: "What. Exactly. Is the. Fucking problem. Here?"  

Anyway, if you've seen PLAY MISTY FOR ME, FATAL ATTRACTION, UNLAWFUL ENTRY and the rest of their brethren, you pretty much know that Noah is increasingly angered by Claire's decision to keep their relationship platonic (e.g., sweaty rumpy-pumpy and boning-free).  This leads him to basically do the following: call her up over and over again, show up in her class as a student, and - my favorite - releasing still images of the secret sex tape he made of them.  Claire, for some reason, is especially horrified about this last bit. I, on the other hand, was all like: "Girl, you need to just own it.  If I was on a sex tape with a guy who looked like Ryan Guzman, I would be giving interviews."

But, like I said, Claire is not a freak like me and decides to, you know, fight back.  Fucking yawn, Claire.  Boooooooooring.

So... will Noah ever stop terrorizing Claire and just accept that she doesn't want to continue their Boning Marathon?  Or will her avoidance of him actually motivate him more?  Will Garrett intervene?  Or will Noah make mincemeat out of him?  And what happens when Noah strikes up a friendship with Kevin?  Is he using Kevin to get to Claire?  And the most important question of all:  is Claire the dumbest woman in the Western Hemisphere for breaking up with someone who looks like Ryan Guzman?

Survey says: "Hell, Yes."  And let's be honest here:  can you really call Claire a cougar when she looks younger than the 19-year-old she's fucking?  Don't think so....

Should've just kept fucking him on the Down Low, Claire.  Stupid, stupid bitch...

Oh, and please find below the trailers for our next two reviews.  Like THE BOY NEXT DOOR, they have characters who act like they are in bad situation - when they're really not.  In INDECENT PROPOSAL, Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson play a cash-strapped couple who are desperate to save their house from foreclosure - but then receive an offer from a handsome billionaire who looks like Robert Redford of $1,000,000 for just one night with Moore's character.  Inexplicably, our dense couple don't know what to do.  Duh, folks....

Then, in FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY, Dakota Johnson plays a mousy Seattle chick who is drawn into a wildly passionate and torrid affair with a gorgeous billionaire who looks like Jamie Dornan - but doesn't know if she should stay with him because he's into spanking, bondage, public sex, and other kinky stuff.

Altogether now:  "What exactly is the fucking problem here?"  

Let's just say that if I was in these movies, I'd be having a threesome with Robert Redford and Jamie Dornan.  In a heartbeat...








BUT SERIOUSLY:   Despite a respectable central performance from the ever-reliable and eternally-lovely Jennifer Lopez, THE BOY NEXT DOOR is a remarkably dull and mediocre film.  Here is a suspense/thriller that is almost entirely devoid of either suspense or thrills.  Part of the problem is that the premise of the story is thoroughly stale and the execution utterly uninspired.  All the story beats of this kind of thriller have been done before - and done much better.  You have to wonder if director Rob Cohen and the producers were hoping no one would remember far superior similar films like FATAL ATTRACTION and UNLAWFUL ENTRY.  

Had their even been a trace of danger and menace in the story, THE BOY NEXT DOOR might have rated on the average mark with a passing grade.  However, Noah Sandborn as played by Ryan Guzman, is flat and one-note, and is distinctly unthreatening - except for one scene discussed below.  Guzman is one handsome guy but he doesn't really sell the character.  To be fair, the script doesn't really attempt to flesh out Noah's backstory and pathology, and Guzman doesn't have much to work with.  You could argue that a true talent takes what little there is on the page, and makes it sing.  However, that's not being fair to Guzman who is fairly new to the acting scene after having been a model for several years.  

The one scene that offers a hint that Guzman is capable of doing more with better material is the sequence where he is confronted by Kristin Chenoweth's principal character, Vicky.  She tries to intimidate him with threats of expulsion - but Noah suddenly turns the tables on her.  With just a few intense, well-chosen words, he cuts her down to size - shaking her to the core and effectively destroying her.  Guzman nails this scene and its psychological impact - and it seems to promise a stronger third act where Noah finally shapes up to be a truly formidable baddie.  

Unfortunately, the third act of THE BOY NEXT DOOR is its worst element.  The climax plays out in such a completely unsurprising, by-the-numbers way that it almost feels like a parody of all the similar, much better thrillers that came before, from FATAL ATTRACTION all the way to the most recent "Fill-In-The-Blank-From-Hell Thriller":  THE RESIDENT.   I mentioned to my buddy afterward that it felt like we were watching the end of a Scooby-Doo episode.  His response:  "That's an insult to the Scooby-Doo cartoons."  

Another huge reason this movie fails is because no one comes across as a believable human being.   Instead, we feel like we're watching movie characters being manipulated like pawns by a tired script.  Contrast this shortcoming with the characters in FATAL ATTRACTION - who felt like living, breathing, quirky, multi-dimensional people.  Michael Douglas and Anne Archer were heartbreakingly believable as the besieged couple.  Even Glenn Close's villainess was portrayed with nuance and pathos, resulting in a tragic figure who was irredeemable but still human.  In THE BOY NEXT DOOR, we instead have caricatures and ciphers - and banal ones, at that.  

In the end, THE BOY NEXT DOOR is a movie that is undeserving of Jennifer Lopez's presence.  She's much better than this material, and hopefully Ryan Guzman will move on to better showcases, because he also deserves better.