Thursday, July 7, 2016
Black widow (1987)
I can't resist the uber-trashy noir movies from the 80's and early 90's. Black widow (Bob Rafelson) is, however, not even that charming an example of this sleazy genre. Mostly, it is just a badly told story that doesn't really succeed in building the kind of tensions it desperately seeks. On the plus side, there's Debra Winger's dame - a federal investigator, it turns out. The case she is on: a millioner marries people who ends up ... dead. There's another dame in this movie, and she is the millioner. The investigator chases the millioner through the country, tracking down her love affairs and her sinister plots. This is thus not a whodunit kind of story. Rather - the tension lies between the two women. An erotic tension. But Black widow loses that track, and that's what gets lost - an attempt, perhaps, to cater to the heterosexual contract of what a film should be.
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