In Dangerous Company (1988) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
I'm a firm believer that even the weakest movie has something to teach us.
In the case of In Dangerous Company, the essential piece of learning is far more practical, and of value in real life, not just in making future cable selections or calculating the return on a filmmaking investment. The lesson is this (demonstrated to the right): when going for a long walk along the L.A. River, be sure to wear practical clothing and comfortable footwear. |
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In Dangerous Company is one of the many 1940s-style
femme fatale movies that appeared in the 80s in the wake of the
popular Body Heat. It features people smoking cigarettes
dramatically in dimly-lit dives, and proud but lonely men who walk
through rubble-strewn alleys accompanied by wailing sax music. Amid
sleazy cityscapes, a woman pretends to be helpless when she is
actually in complete control.
In this case Tracy Scoggins plays the Kathleen Turner role and Cliff DeYoung fills in for William Hurt. Scoggins runs to DeYoung, her former lover, for protection from a man trying to kill her. DeYoung, being a hit man, seems well suited for the task, but he is unwilling to co-operate because of some lingering pain over their relationship and break-up, something that obviously hurt him deeply. As per the standard formula, she convinces him that she's still in love with him, and since he's still carrying a torch for her, she is able to seal the deal by bringing out some industrial-strength Chapstick and preparing for several days of serious sexual shenanigans. Let's just say that the scene above was not the only one she performed on her knees. Naturally, this reels him in and he becomes willing to do whatever she needs. As it turns out, the whole murder angle is just a ruse to make her seem vulnerable. Her real plan involves stealing some perfect art forgeries from a major mobster and leaving DeYoung holding the bag. Did you see anything there that surprised you? I doubt it. The rest of the plot twists are equally predictable. There are two directions to take with a film like this. If you really think you have a solid, original movie with interesting characters and an engaging plotline, you can go for a mainstream "soft R" or even a "PG-13" and try for a theatrical release. If you don't think the plot and characterization can carry the ball, you can add lots of flesh and start making cable and video deals. This film made the wrong decision. Somebody along the line thought that the film was good enough to prosper on its intrinsic merit, and that therefore no flesh was necessary. The resulting film is one which is lacking the essentials of a good watch (like original plot, interesting characterization, or impressive production values), yet is also lacking sufficient nudity to make it a good cable product. DeYoung and Scoggins have several sex scenes, but they are not especially passionate, and they are almost completely lacking in nudity. In the course of the entire film, the only nudity consists of two shots of disembodied butts and one brief glimpse of Tracy's left breast as she rolls out of bed. In every other case, Tracy's modesty is defended by sheets, elbows, or the timing of cutaways. If your friend told you it was a network movie of the week, you would never doubt it, because the camera inevitably pulls away just as any naughty bits are about to come into view, and the one slip-up is brief and seems to be accidental. It is rated R, but if you watch the film and then have to guess the rating, you might reasonably guess PG-13. Because it is essentially an erotic thriller without any erotica, the film just isn't worth any investment of your time. Tracy Scoggins, best known for her role on Babylon 5, had never had a significant film role before this one, although she was 35 years old at the time. She had been a TV actress whose most famous role was a recurring part on the nighttime soap, "The Colbys". By entering the world of erotic thrillers in her mid thirties, she gave herself the same challenge that Roy Hobbs faced in The Natural. She was a rookie at the age when most retire. She did manage to provide some brief looks at her beautiful breasts in about a half dozen grade-B thrillers until she turned 40, at which point she decided that it might be time to try grown-up work again. From 1993 to 1999, she worked exclusively on TV, and did not make another film until she was 47. She's now 51, so it's a good guess that her erotic thriller days are over unless she catches a bad case of Mimi Rogers disease. |
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