[after his parents have left, thinking he is ill] "They bought it. Incredible! One of the worst performances of my…
They're dying to play with you.
When teen-socialite Kelly Van Ryan (Richards) and troubled bad girl Suzie Toller (Campbell) accuse guidance counselor Sam Lombardo (Dillon) of rape, he's suspended by the school, rejected by the town, and fighting to get his life back. One cop (Bacon) suspects conspiracy, but nothing is what it seems...
Sex Ed. Sailing with Jimmy. A semi-charmed life. Skeet shooting. A MILF. Country club rejection. When you need a top-notch lawyer, call a Ghostbuster. A shocking courtroom revelation. Having the pool boy do your dirty work. A sleazy motel. Johnny Drama's brother, Sidney Prescott, and Charlie Sheen's baby mama in one hot and unforgettable three-way champagne celebration. A poolside catfight turns steamy. A double-cross. A triple-cross. A tragic night at the guesthouse. Kevin Bacon's bacon. Speargun ownage. Sam's last toast. As the credits roll, this wild ride ends and all secrets are let out of the bag.
This film is like making love to a mediocre gymnast who tries to sleep her way to the top, starting with the guy/gal who fills those bowls with powdered chalk.
It's sleazy and twisty.
An extra star for Kevin's bacon.
John McNaughton's Wild Things got a reputation as a bit of a steamy erotic thriller. It copped flak in the States for some of the sex scenes and helped land Denise Richards a Bond girl role in The World Is Not Enough. However these days this is tame in comparison to any sexual thriller with any imagination and although this does sizzle at times, the two actresses are more wooden than Matt Dillon's boat.
When a guidance teacher is accused of raping a socialites daughter in a rich Miami suburb, it opens a can of worms and a desire for retribution. He's instantly ostracized and is the victim of harassment and assault. All however is not as it seems and…
After noticing that the video store I work at has Wild Things and its three DTV sequels I had what may be my worst idea ever: Wild Things Marathon. I had planned to watch all 4 tonight but a storm caused my power to go off for 2 hours so I will be watching the first 2 tonight and the last 2 tomorrow morning. God help me.
Anyways the original is pretty good for a film overloaded with twists and sleaze. While I'm pretty sure that the script is unaware of how half-baked it is John McNaughton (director of Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer) plays everything with a slight wink towards the audience. The performances all have the perfect tone; not too serious yet not too over the top. Overall Wild Things is a fun ride and is technically better made than most people give it credit. Now onto the sequels...
Good film. Fun. Thrilling. But disappoints in certain areas. Has a bit of a messy ending (in terms of editing).
Overall, this was a nostalgic experience for me, it brought back some good old memories form my childhood.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Well, I didn't expect to find any value in this movie, especially since I seemed to be the only guy in my high school who didn't see it when it was in theaters.
I assumed I could discover all I needed to know by the cover.
Part of that is true.
However, it's actually a (barely) pre-Shyamalan twist factory with a plot that builds up until the last 20 minutes or so where it starts turning nonstop. This doesn't mean it's a good movie, but there is some creativity put into it, making more than what it seems.
I can't tell if I liked it or not. Most of the twists were predictable, and while I feel it should have…
Its like an expensive big screen trashy soap opera, but everyone seems to be having so much fun and the story takes so many enjoyable twists, its easy to enjoy.
They dont make trash this good anymore
Great twisty turn thriller. Equal parts melodramatic trash and film noir. Normally, films keep these sorts of surprises until the last 10-15 minutes. Wild Things starts throwing them out 45 minutes in and doesn't let up even when the credits are rolling.
Unfairly dismissed in my eyes because of 'those bits', this is a film that's actually a lot better than many give it credit for.
This is just a big sudsy soap opera on steroids, but it doesn't apologize for it, and it has a lot of fun with it. It managed to keep me on the hook the entire time. It's a movie that manages to be clever and silly at the same time, if that makes any sense.
The art of trash. This is what you can do with the bottom of the barrel. It's almost like the '90s version of Sirk's melodramas, or the seedy noirs of the '40s. The ludicrous twists and horrendous acting are purposeful and intentional, as they highlight the ridiculousness of so much neo-noir and mock it endlessly. Everything in this film - from the threesome, to the lesbian make-out, to Kevin Bacon's cock, to Neve Campbell's incredible IQ, to Bill Murray's entire character - is over-the-top and (some would say) terrible, but it has a purpose. It's a lot smarter than its glossy exterior would indicate, much like Campbell's character.
This is not high-art, it's low-art. There can be both, you know!
Ahhh this was so great. Totally not what I expected, and it's just one of these really great, lightning-in-a-bottle how-the-FUCK-did-this-get-made pieces of cinema that I love so much. Pretty much the definition of a cult classic, but the real surprise here is how much fun it really is. More times than not, cult movies are widely accepted as being "misunderstood," but I haven't really seen a lot of said cult classics that weren't exactly what they presented themselves to be.
Wild Things, on the other hand, is both everything and nothing at once. It hates women, it hates men, it hates people, it despises intelligence, it reveres ingenuity. It's a soft-core porn film, a Beo-noir (see what I did there?)…
Trash. Complete trash.
I liked it.
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