Saturday, August 27, 2011

Slave to Love 1986 Style

The 1986 movie 9 1/2 Weeks is about the duration of the relationship between self-absorbed Wall Street shark John Gray (Mickey Rourke)
and sultry divorced SoHo art gallery assistant, Elizabeth McGraw (Kim Basinger).

Elizabeth is searching for true love...

While John is looking for...gosh knows what. His notions of lovemaking include blindfolds, ice cubes, chocolate syrup, and rolling around on spent peanut shells.

When the alotted 9 1/2 weeks are up, Elizabeth finally comes to realize that John has been using her.
We could have told her that twenty minutes into the film.

One of the definitive works for Mickey Rourke, 9 1/2 Weeks is deliciously awful, and as such will probably endure as a Camp Classic for the next hundred years.

Interesting fact: Director Adrian Lyne (Fatal Attraction, Jacob's Ladder, Unfaithful) used emotionally manipulative tactics on Kim Basinger during the shooting to elicit the performance he wanted from the somewhat new actress, which Basinger later criticized harshly. For example, Lyne did not allow Mickey Rourke and Basinger to talk to each other off-set. The two were kept isolated from each other and Lyne would tell Basinger rumors about how Rourke intended to make her like or dislike him so that she would carry that attitude into the scene. Lyne would also offer Rourke performance notes, but Basinger none, in order to unnerve her. In a very unusual and expensive move along these lines, Lyne shot the film sequentially, so that Basinger's actual emotional breakdown over time would be effectively translated to the screen.

Tell her I'll be waiting
In the usual place
With the tired and weary
There's no escape
To need a woman
You've got to know
How the strong get weak
And the rich get poor

You're running with me
Don't touch the ground
We're the restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same

The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
We're too young to reason
Too grown up to dream
Now spring is turning
Your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile

No I can't escape
I'm a slave to love

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