Consenting Adults (1992) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
I have to give the screenwriter of this film a reluctant tip of the cap for having more chutzpah than just about anyone else on the planet. He wrote a script which has one fatal flaw, one enormous gaping loophole in its logic. He was not only aware of the question that needed to be asked, but he actually had one of the characters dare to ask the correct question right within the film's dialogue - and failed to answer it! Now that takes one giant set of cojones. In a nutshell, the basic plot is this. A con man takes out an insurance policy on his wife, talks his neighbor into swapping wives one night, but does not go to the neighbor's wife. He waits until the neighbor has slept with his own wife, then murders her with a weapon which he has meticulously linked to the neighbor. The patsy goes to the slammer, the con man gets the dough. The con man even moves in with the patsy's wife. Given the other circumstances in the film, which are too detailed to enumerate, it would have been a perfect crime except for one thing. He actually hired a hooker to impersonate his wife that night, then killed the hooker. The real wife, who is not in on the murder, but is happy to take a pay-off, has been shipped out of town and given a new start in a singing career. Of course, that is a loose end which the killer must eventually tie up. It is in the process of killing the real wife, who represents living evidence of the patsy's innocence, that the con man is betrayed. Now the really big question that you should be asking, and that an insurance investigator actually asks in the movie, is this, "given his willingness to murder his wife later, why didn't he just kill the real wife in the first place? What was the point of the hooker?" I guess the real answer is this: if he had done it that way, he would have been successful, the patsy would have gone to jail forever, and there would have been no movie. And that might have been a good thing, now that I think about it. Leaving the wife alive as a professional singer was an absolutely ludicrous plot twist. Her records were on the radio, so the patsy recognized her voice, and tracked her down. But even if that had not happened, how long can someone who is supposed to be dead live on in such a public business as the entertainment industry? (Cher, of course, being an exception.) She wore a red wig - and that was supposed to keep people from noticing? Come on. She was a singer, and she still had the same voice, and sang the same songs! In addition, she was portrayed in the script as a very nice person. How long would she let the situation go without coming forward, once she realized that her beloved neighbor was going to get the electric chair for her murder? In addition to that gigantic flaw in the script, there were lots of others almost as irritating:
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I guess I really crabbed about this film a lot, and
that is somewhat misleading. Consenting Adults is no masterpiece, but if you turn your brain off and just enjoy it, it is sort of fun from time to time. The director was Alan Pakula (Sophie's Choice, All The President's Men). Kevin Spacey and Kevin Kline are fairly effective in the leads, and Rebecca Miller is gorgeous. |
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Rebecca no longer acts, by the way. She quit nearly ten years ago. The daughter of playwright Arthur Miller, she is now a writer and director. (Personal Velocity, a Sundance winner, is her most noteworthy project.) She is also married to Daniel Day-Lewis, which means that her low budget independent films can always draw on a great cast of various thespian luminaries that other indy filmmakers do not have access to. The esteemed Mr. Day-Lewis himself will appear in Rebecca's next film, Rose and the Snake. |
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