Word: dominatrix
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...heart (and it has one), Crimes of Passion is about the sad, sybaritic pleasures embraced by men too old to grow up. And the hooker-dominatrix is really a dark angel who gives herself whole-bodied to her clients' midnight dreams. No less, Turner throws herself headfirst into the film, hyperventilating on the medium's potential for erogenous adventure. This is a clever, daring, mad performance in a movie that is just as reckless. Crimes of Passion and its more lurid brethren in the skin trade are not for everyone, but they should at least be available...
...substantial novels made into movies these days? Perhaps because the printed page is a dominatrix of the imagination, demanding that the reader conjure up worlds from words, that he become a hard-working co-conspirator in the creative experience. Celluloid, by comparison, is a laissez-faire baby sitter. It asks only that the viewer believe what he sees, that he go with the flow of seductive images and return to intellectual infancy as a passive, pacified fun sucker. The young audience that makes hits these days out of laser shows and locker-room frolics seems bored with the notion that...
...ambition, audacity or achievement. Each sibling carries his or her own snapshots: the weary hostility that spills across a kitchen table in The Merchant of Four Seasons; the riff of revenge in The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant when a quiet young woman walks out on her longtime dominatrix to the bluesy strains of The Great Pretender; the logger-heading of fear and desire in a dozen Fassbinder movies, where the lighting is lurid, the sound track crackles with tinny music and drunken threats, the air reeks of death sweat. Each film is incomplete without the others. Each contributes...
...film's first scene, young Jacqueline's rakehell father (Rod Taylor) roars home from an all-night frolic, and his haughty wife (Claudette Nevins) confronts him in full dominatrix regalia: breeches, riding crop and withering stare. If only the film had been subjected to some of the same discipline. The camera glides discreetly through Newport drawing rooms and Georgetown dining rooms-always the visitor on a guided tour, never the Knowledgeable Source with some dirt to dish. Jaclyn Smith is a stunner and a competent actress; as J.F.K., James Franciscus brings crinkled eyes and a Boston accent that...