Body heat (1981)

Body heat (dir. Lawrence Kasdan) is standard neo-noir fair: a slick movie about a poisonous femme fatale and a guy in her claws; there's infidelity, a murder plot and something goes wrong. A doppelgänger of course. The heat is on and Florida is depicted with subdued elegance and grit: offices, beaches and diners. You see the humidity in every scene (while the association of weather + sex gets a bit predictable in the end). The conversation is tacky and the acting is stiff - William Hurt develops this stiffness well in his role as the sleazeball don juan and Kathleen Turner plays a character with whom no man dares to argue; her every movement exudes confidence. And yes, Mickey Rourke is in there as well as an arsonist, his unhinged presence fits perfectly. The plot gets tiresome towards the finale as new twists are added and as the director complies with the obligatory task of unwrapping the thing and drawing it to an end but Kasdan's sense for the nocturnal and the illicit is on the right track.