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...much you love soon-to-be-overexposed Bruce Willis, who gives a likable performance as the yuppie next door who should have been a big star. Surprisingly, Willis ends up spending most of the movie playing the straight man to Basinger's drunken antics. And after watching her passively pout her way through 9-1/2 Weeks, it is hard to believe what a convincing comedienne this Barbi Doll can be. This may just be Basinger's calling...
...this case the stunning Basinger--who told interviewers that she was psychologically obssessed with achieving the requisite screen effect. Exploitation is nothing new to movies, and most, if not all, of the moviegoers who make it to 9 1/2 Weeks will be lured by the prospect of watching Basinger pout through a grueling workout of sexual stunts (only one or two of which are as exciting as we expect them...
This layer of society is relatively new to Avedon's camera, which is more commonly trained upon Nastassja Kinski's pout and Brooke Shields' rump. He has spent more than three decades at the pinnacle of fashion photography. But at the same time, he has perfected a mordant style of portraiture that mocks the earthly vanity his fashion shots glorify. The fixtures of that style are familiar: unsmiling figures shot in sharp focus against a plain white background. (Avedon started his career taking identity-card shots for the Merchant Marine.) The results can be pitiless. With every wrinkle...
ANDREW SULLIVAN plays Hamlet as a self-parody of the Perpetually Aspiring Male Actor (PAMA) of the 80's: if you're mad, shout; if you're sad, pout. Hamlet seems less like a boy obsessed with his father's death and mother's incest than some Valley Boy complaining about getting a Trans Am and not a Porsche for his 16th birthday. This Hamlet is hardly a great man-but a bratty boy only a child psychologist could love, for $100 an hour. What one imagines could be superlative acting seems almost pretentious, as If any five minute scene...
...that there are no less than five randy women draped in creamy shaving lotion on the man's smiling face. Three curvaceous nymphs are peering into his nasal hair, another, blissfully supine, is nearing a crescendo of ecstasy on his chin, and a naughty fifth, ruby lips in a pout, flashes her best "come hither" eyes...