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Apr. 09, 1990: X Marks The Top
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Apr. 09, 1990 America's Changing Colors
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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CINEMA, Page 95
X Marks the Top
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<p>Two fine new films get the adults-only label
</p>
<p> X as in toxic. That label, slapped on films by the Motion
Picture Association of America's ratings board, means that no
one younger than 18 may be admitted. But the classification has
other hazards. Most newspapers will not run ads for X-rated
movies. Most pay-cable networks will not air them. And, because
the letter has been appropriated by the porno industry, to many
people X stands for sex--impure and simple.
</p>
<p> But what if X also stands for exemplary, exciting,
extraordinary? Such is the case with two new films--The Cook
the Thief His Wife & Her Lover and Henry: Portrait of a Serial
Killer--given the X tag. Their distributors have rightly
decided to release these strong, disturbing melodramas as is,
uncut and without the MPAA's rating. They will strut naked into
the marketplace, allowing adult audiences to judge for
themselves whether this is porno or no.
</p>
<p> Not hardly. Both films had been rated X for their tone, for
their fidelity to the theme of human corruption. These are
modern morality plays, fascinating and determinedly unpleasant.
They do not tease or flinch; they do not reward prurience. They
do not glamourize violence, as the traditional Hollywood
thriller does, with tricks of suspense and sexual come-on.
Henry and The Cook are horror movies, yes--essays in the
horror of brutality, which they show as the insatiable craving
of doomed, destructive souls. Any innocent who crosses these
sociopaths, or just crosses their paths, is doomed too.
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<p> Henry, made four years ago in Chicago and just now released,
is loosely based on the confessions of serial killer Henry Lee
Lucas. The film does show some lurid vignettes of a master
murderer busy at his work--a terrorized family here, a
plugged-in TV salesman there. But director John McNaughton, who
wrote the spare script with Richard Fire, shows few of Henry's
dozen or so crimes. Instead he reveals the victims, at the
scenes of their deaths, in slow zoom shots accompanied by
elegiac music. He is a coroner with a touch of the poet.
</p>
<p> For Henry (played with hollow-eyed precision by Michael
Rooker), murder is a vocation. He is compelled to do it and
does it well, but the job gives him little pleasure. Only his
friend Otis (Tom Towles) feels the thrill of the kill. Otis is
the sickest person in the movie; he takes to torture like a
born-again sadist. Only his sweet sister Becky (Tracy Arnold)
has much hope of touching poor Henry. She will be his best hope
or his last victim.
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<p> Henry, filmed documentary-style, gets its power from
no-frills naturalism. The Cook, by contrast, is all artifice:
splendid, meticulous, extravagant. One expects no less from the
British writer-director Peter Greenaway, who with The
Draughtsman's Contract and A Zed and Two Noughts revealed his
gifts as a creator of murals on the subject of ruthless
gamesmanship. His stories are hot, his style cool. His new film
is the tale of a vicious crook (Michael Gambon) who dines
nightly at a posh restaurant with his gang and his luscious,
abused wife (Helen Mirren). Her pleasures are furtive but
sweet: between courses she tiptoes out of his sight and has
lovely sex with another diner (Alan Howard). When the thief
discovers them, there is hell to pay. At the end, she exacts a
more infernal price from her husband.
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<p> True to its theme of emotional cannibalism in a dead-end
society, The Cook has plenty of eating and excreting. Its
characters, sad creatures swathed in Jean-Paul Gaultier
couture, gorge on their own swollen hunger for sex, control,
revenge. Similarly, Greenaway--inspired by Jacobean revenge
plays and Dutch masters' paintings--stuffs the viewer with
ripe images and raw language. He tests your appetite for
intelligent sensation. For many it may be a daunting test, but
it is worth taking. Elegant and rancid, this movie rates an X
as in excellent.
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss.
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