Take "Play Misty For Me". Add "Fatal Attraction." Throw a blanket of art house boredom over them and, voila, you pretty much have this film, the fourth successful attempt by Alan Rudolph, one of 70s and 80s cinema's more gifted directorial con artists, to convince audiences that they are watching something profound rather than what they are actually viewing, something profoundly dull. I stuck with it for a while because the Alberta Hunter songs are fantastic (wish there were more of 'em) and because some of my favorite 70s/80s actors are in it, like Moses Gunn, Jeff Goldblum, Alfre Woodard and, of course, Tony Perkins. Problem is Goldblum, Woodard and Gunn aren't given much of anything to do, certainly nothing interesting, and you don't buy Perkins as a construction worker. Guy's so gaunt he looks like he can barely lift a hammer. So after fifty five minutes of a too mannered Geraldine Chaplin failing to do what Glenn Close or Jessica Walter did in the first ten minutes of their movies, namely scare me and/or get under my skin, I pulled the plug. Solid C.
Review of Remember My Name
