IN THE CUT
Jane Campion, the woman who directed 1994's
The Piano, which won Holly Hunter and Anna Paquin Oscars, is also the force behind 2003's
In the Cut, a dark and gritty crime drama wrapped around a somewhat interesting character study that has a couple of solid lead performances, but suffers due to a screenplay that borrows liberally from other movies and has holes you can drive a truck through and hopes we won't notice by bombarding us with repellent gore and gratuitous sex.
The film stars Meg Ryan as Frannie, a spinsterish school teacher whose sexual repression seems to be somehow connected to her mother's troubled relationship with her husband. It seems Frannie has been keeping most men at arm's length for most of her life, despite encouragement from her sexually uninhibited half-sister (Jennifer Jason Leigh) who lives above a strip club. Frannie has two very different men in her life as the story begins: Cornelius Webb (Sharrieff Pugh) is a student of hers obsessed with John Wayne Gacy, who is assisting Frannie with a book she is writing on American slang. John Graham (Kevin Bacon) is an actor turned medical student, who is dangerously mentally unbalanced and now obsessed with Frannie to the stalking level. The brutal murder of a woman in her neighborhood brings a third man into her life, a Detective Malloy (Mark Ruffalo), whose sexist attitudes and unabashed sexual heat awaken something in Frannie that she tries to fight but cannot.
Campion and co-screenwriter Susanna Moore have constructed a story that alternately titillates and repels, but unfortunately, doesn't employ a lot of originality in doing so, sparking images of other movies throughout (
Se7en,
9 1/2 Weeks,
Looking for Mr. Goodbar, and
American Psycho to name a few) with a leading female character who is all over the place, placing herself in all kinds of danger, and often the kind of danger she could easily avoid. Lots of unanswered questions here...there is a scene where Frannie comes home and finds John waiting for her in her apartment, half-dressed, questioning her whereabouts and she's not immediately on the phone with the police...this guy is later observed screaming at the top of his lungs to strange women on the street that he is crazy and would they please have sex with him. And that's just the tip of the plot hole iceberg.
Campion decides the best way to make us not question these minor details is by barraging us with graphic sex and violence, intended to shock and excite but it doesn't make us forget the questions that have been raised and glossed over. If nothing else, like she did in
The Piano, Campion does get a couple of superb leading performances from Ryan and Ruffalo...Ryan is properly de-glammed and is the exact opposite of Ruffalo, who seamlessly combines sexy and dangerous to such an intense level you almost don't notice the inconsistencies that run rampant throughout this ugly story...almost.