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Summary: A writing instructor (Ryan) has an erotic affair with a police detective (Ruffalo) investigating a murder in her New York neighborhood. (Sony)
This movie really blew. The "twist" ending was so stupid and predictable it almost made me vomit. Also this has some really terrible writing. Kevin Bacon is the best character in the movie but he is so useless and unnecessary that it's frustrating to see him waste away in this crap movie. And they never explain the villain's motive. Nice job, Jane. I think Meg Ryan had to get naked just so people would remember this movie. Do yourself a favor and just google the images and skip this turd.
Better than its reputation. Campion dispenses with the plot effectively, leaving a lot of room for what she really cares about--sexual politics and the darkness of human relationships. Megan Ryan is better than usual, Ruffalo and Leigh are both very good, and Kevin Bacon has an interesting cameo.
Drowsy, post-Seven thriller exploring sexuality in the pulp genre. If Campions methods weren't so doggedly pretentious, the film could have been hugely enjoyable, because there's the potential for good times in the sleazy plot. Everytime she goes over the top the film gains a crazy energy, as in the skating dream sequence or everytime Bacon makes an appearance. Sadly, for long stretches the film is a hazy, brooding and dull smudge of erotica and red herrings. Even so, a very interesting failure.
Insufferable by the end, the film actually collapses under director Campion and star Ryan's halfway-competent performances, which upstage and embarrass the crude, comical commentary on sexual politics and romantic obsession that Campion dubiously couples with her admittedly poetic visual storytelling. By the time a twisted abolishment arrives to compound its numerous failings, In the Cut has long since become an irritatingly constant chorus of cuntery.
Campion's muted style and Ryan's anti-charismatic take on the roll may leave some viewers feeling very alienated, but that's the point, and when it comes down to it, the movie is not about it's dull serial killer plot as much as it is examining women's roles in these sorts of plots.
Campion does such a brilliant job of conveying the air of potential violation some women may feel walking down the street that her portrayal of men here is unequivocally 1-sided. When the men here aren't crass, psychotic or leeringly sexual, they're homicidal. Campion's view of women isn't much better as they've either become catatonically inured 2 red flags or live in a romantic dreamworld out of a need 2 land 1 of these brutes. Still, evocative visuals& the unusual protagonist kept me watching
Move along now, people, nothing to see here. Just your usual crime thriller, nothing special to see here, move right along. Wait, this has Meg Ryan's tits in it! Okay, maybe this is of some worth.
Underseen, loaded sexual drama for the literary minds, where Meg Ryan gets dirtily erotic with Mark Ruffalo. Flirts with the best of Clare Denis at times- look out for the Kevin Bacon cameo!