the four right chords can make me cry

Saw 20 minutes of the VCD today in the library. I want to watch the rest!
Sex, Lies and Videotape.

This is still a revelatory movie about sexual paranoia and the instability of relationships. Only Spader has subsequently come close (in Crash) to matching the power of his work here as the creepy voyeur Graham. There's a morbid elegance in the way the characters circle and manipulate each other, a chilling lack of feeling, that cuts to the icy heart of the matter. The film's formal precision and the sleek, expensive minimalism of on-screen architecture suggest living death, as 1980s consumerism worms its way into sexual politics and eats out the very soul of the characters. (http://www.thecontext.com/docs/1276.html)

posted by beckyboo @ 12:27 AM