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La Femme Fatale Attraction
“Your eyes are amazing. You should never close them — not even at night. You should learn to sleep with your eyes open.” And there it begins. Hey, it’s a corny pick-up line, but he’s got a French accent. C’est la vie!
Constance Sumner (Diane Lane) is willingly lured into adulterous arms by Paul Martel (Oliver Martinez). Meanwhile, sitting at home in their beautiful suburban house is her unknowing husband Edward (Richard Gere) — with their son. Soon, Edward becomes suspicious of little things that his wife is doing — buying new lingerie, being less affectionate, and telling little white lies about facial appointments.
The parallels in this film are outstanding. Scenes that frame to frame from Constance with Paul to Constance with Edward and her son are powerful, immorally intense and ugly all at the same time.
Diane Lane emotionally kills herself throughout the film. Her facial expressions move hauntingly from joy to sadness to complete girlish giddiness to heartbreaking distress. Lane is incredible.
The fateful first run-in that Constance and Paul have is a little too fateful and Hollywood-like. It made me think, “That never happens in real life… only in the movies!” Some spectators will not be happy with the very end of the movie. I was okay with it, yet the feeling of finalization might have been more effective if it ended a few scenes earlier.
All in all, Fatal Attraction director Adrian Lyne makes his new film as
good and disturbing as Glenn Close was in the 1987 thriller — without the
boiled bunny, of course.
Grade: B+
