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In the Cut
(Reviewed October 14, 2003)
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This is the kind of would-be "dark" and "erotic" movie that seems to have been made by poetry-reading shut-ins who never actually have had sex...and who also can't tell a story worth a damn, and who don't worry about obscure little things such as "logic" or "sense."
Meg Ryan falls for a badass cop who may be More Than He Seems...but she never bothers to point out the single detail that would have answered the main burning question she has about him and his motives. Considering that said detail will establish whether or not the guy is a potential MURDERER, one would think she might be concerned enough to actually voice it...but nooooo!
Without giving anything away (God forbid): When the cop tells Meg she is mistaken about having seen him before, she does not bother telling him why she thought it was he. It is not exactly a stretch to assume that anyone would make that kind of retort to try backing up the claim. She would have said something along the lines of, "No, I'm sure it had to be you, because..." Instead, Meg simply clams up, purely in order to let the dumb plot creak interminably onward to its dumb conclusion.
This also is the kind of movie where strippers who live over dangerously seedy bars conveniently leave their keys in flower pots outside their apartment doors, which simply Can't Be Good News. I could go on and on, but you get the picture. Director Jane Campion shoots everything all dark and gritty so it's supposed to be menacing and "street," but the whole thing comes off like Suburban Divorcee Goes Slummin'.
There's a teensy bit of nudity, but unless you've had a lifelong jones to see Meg Ryan's ta-tas, save your money and wait for the inevitable video captures that'll turn up online someplace real soon.
Back Row Grade: F
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