For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…
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 reportedly contains 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…
This gripping thriller has an intricate plot and a great cast.
Utter trash, promoted to good dirty fun by some fine performances. Not you, Denise Richards.
Pointless eroticism masquerading as a thriller, with glaringly silly plot contrivances and twists nevertheless its still undeniably titillating for those without access to the Internet and occasionally fun when it’s not being so serious.
I quite like this film, and not b/c of the sex, which there isn't really that much of anyways. Certainly much more than most modern films though, unless it's some crazy S&M apparently.
Just love Florida noir.
Anyone who defends Showgirls as "intentionally campy" or a "secret masterpiece" should LOVE this.
A typical conversation from the film:
Kelly Van Ryan: I miss Dad.
Sandra Van Ryan: I miss him too... sometimes...
Kelly Van Ryan: No you don't!
Sandra Van Ryan: (exasperated) He didn't HAVE to kill himself, Kelly.
If dialogue like that, or the appearance of Bill Murray as a hilariously shady lawyer don't clue you in to the intentions of McNaughton and Peters here, I can't help you.
Loved the ending reveals.
A total mess... but a compulsively watchable total mess.
Man this movie is damn sexy.
[after his parents have left, thinking he is ill] "They bought it. Incredible! One of the worst performances of my…