Wild Side (1995) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
I had to watch this movie, of course. It was required to keep my porno board certification. So much has been written about Anne Heche's personal life in the last six years that it has completely obscured the fact that she is talented and beautiful in a unique way. We all know the tabloid stuff. First she was Steve Martin's girlfriend, the she was Ellen Degeneres' girlfriend. Then she was the subject of Steve Martin's not-so-subtle parody, as the Heather Graham part in Bowfinger, a character willing to be anybody's girlfriend if it helps her career. Anne Heche: girlfriend to the stars, kind of like the Britt Eckland of the 1990's, except less picky about the gender of the stars. But Heche is no hanger-on like Eckland. She's a true talent who can be terrific in both comedy and drama, and she's good in this. The role is ludicrous, but she finds a place to fix the character, lives in it, and makes it realistic and sympathetic. In fact, she single-handedly manages to carry this outlandish grade-B straight-to-something movie to respectability. Well, almost. |
Here's the premise. (I know it sounds like I'm making this summary up, like my usual pack of lies and exaggerations, but this is the real plot, I swear). Heche is a rising banker with a craving for an elegant beachfront lifestyle which is way above her means. In order to make her expensive ends meet, she takes in some tricks as a $1500 per night call girl. Turns out that one of her clients is the world's biggest money launderer (Christopher Walken). He wants much more after a night with her, and so he must find out whether she's a federal agent. To test her, he tells the chauffeur to give her the ol' trouser snake, and report back her reaction. The chauffeur (Steven Bauer) is happy to do so, even though he knows full well she isn't an undercover Fed, because he is an undercover Fed. |
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Bauer does know, however, about her double life, and he threatens to reveal it to her bank unless she:
Heche doesn't want to do it, even with the blackmail threat, so Bauer simply rapes her. Then, when she calls the Bureau, or Treasury, or whoever he works for, in order to tattletale on him, the top dog agent says "Well, if you care to pursue that, we'll have to pursue prostitution charges against you, and we have these pictures and witnesses, and you don't really want that, do you?" So Heche is fucked - in more ways than one - and has to go along with the sting. The next character to show up is Walken's wife (Joan Chen), who gets busy moving money through Heche's bank. But, as luck and a bad script would have it, Chen is a part-time carpet muncher, and Heche falls in love with her. The best part of the resolution stage is when Walken gets upset with Bauer and decides to sodomize him. As he explains, "It's not sex, it's a power thing". Bauer is so intent on making the collar that he goes along with it, puts a condom on Walken's tallywacker, drops his pants and bends over. Did I mention that Walken is so obsessed with Chen that he wears a wig which is an exact duplicate of her hair? Is that enough of a summary to show how completely deranged this film is? It might have worked as a comedy with a few tweaks here and there, but they don't play it for laughs. Walken and Bauer go way way over the top, while Chen is just window dressing. But Heche is somehow able to function, perfectly anchored, in the midst of this storm. Damned if I know how, but she made the part believable. She is tremendous in the sex scene with Chen - she had me convinced I was watching real sex. I have to admit that the combination of the deranged script, bizarre performances from Bauer and Walken, and maniacal directing techniques make this a very fascinating film in many ways. It has an unrestrained, uncontrolled lunacy that has a certain fascinating freshness that you can't find in Hollywood product. When something is little over the top, it has no great impact, but when it's flying way over the top, it can produce jaw-dropping fascination. I was mesmerized by Wild Side in spite of the nagging voice inside me which kept reminding me that I'm not supposed to sit through crap like this with my hand so far from the remote, especially since the director himself hated it! |
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Director Donald Cammell (who decades earlier wrote and co-directed Performance, the legendary offbeat Mick Jagger film) was said to be severely depressed by the studio's treatment of this film, despised this version, and asked to have his name removed from the credits. The film was released to video and cable in late '95. Cammell took a gun to his own head in April of 1996. (I'm not implying a direct causality, merely reciting the chronology). If you can play a Region 2 DVD, you can now watch a 111 minute widescreen director's cut which was cut together in 1999 by the editor, who was working with the director's notes. The Region 1 DVD is a 90 minute version in a fullscreen TV scale (4:3). The director's cut is NOT available in North America, but if you can play region 2 DVD's in PAL format, you can order it from amazon.uk. Here is a page dedicated entirely to this director's cut (written by the editor who created it!) Several reviews praised the longer version, but I don't agree. See below. |
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Scoop's reflections on the two versions: I have just watched them both consecutively. The Region 1 DVD cut is 90 minutes long in NTSC format. The director's cut is 111 minutes in PAL format. PAL speeds up all film by 4%, so it would run 115 minutes in NTSC format or in a theater. Does one miss the 25 minutes which have been cut in the shorter version? Not at all. In fact, the shorter version seems fuller in the scenes that count. Those extra 25 minutes are really useless padding. The shorter cut is much better in many ways:
(Neither version is fully satisfactory. The shorter cut is available in a 4:3 version only.)
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