{"id":3295,"date":"2009-06-15T04:00:31","date_gmt":"2009-06-15T09:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.regrettablesincerity.com\/?p=3295"},"modified":"2011-11-09T20:23:40","modified_gmt":"2011-11-10T00:23:40","slug":"shrivel-me-timber-erotic-thrillers-vol-1-traces-of-red","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/?p=3295","title":{"rendered":"Shrivel Me Timber; Erotic Thrillers Vol. 1: Traces of Red"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"vlcsnap-2979187\"If the idea of seeing Jim Belushi as a sex symbol isn\u2019t appealing to you, then I don\u2019t know what to say. Clearly Traces of Red<\/em> is too good for you.<\/p>\n

As I detailed in the [Motor]Cycles of the Film Industry<\/em><\/span><\/a> article<\/a>, Hollywood does things in cycles. When the 1980\u2019s<\/span> teen sexploitation<\/span> market<\/span><\/a><\/span> dried up and went direct to video, it took Basic Instinct\u2019<\/em>s success <\/em>to be the driving force in creating a teasing sexual variation for those too timid to watch actual pornography. The legitimacy that had evaded 9 \u00bd Weeks<\/em> and Wild Orchid<\/em> because those films never really pretended to be anything other than sex-first enterprises, was now tied up perfectly by America\u2019s pleasure-must-be-punished moralism by Basic Instinct<\/em>\u2019s killer fornicator. But by the time Sharon Stone followed Instinct*<\/em> up with Sliver<\/em>, interest was beginning to wane because of such movies as Body of Evidence<\/em> and eventually sputtering out by the release of Never Talk To Strangers <\/em>in 1995, and permanently going straight to video. This also dried up the market for those video only stars like Shannon Whirry, Deborah Shelton, and Shannon Tweed, because their slightly more explicit, but still soft-core films were now the norm, as opposed to the exception.<\/p>\n

\"\"\"vlcsnap-2978961\"While those films in the erotic thriller DTV realm served their purpose as straight forward exploitation, with just a hint of plot to intercut with copious nude scenes, what is most interesting is Hollywood\u2019s attempt to gain footing in the genre before completely giving up on the trend (sexploitation would materialize in the late 90\u2019s as period piece bodice-rippers such as Dangerous Beauty<\/em>, Wings of the Dove<\/em>, and The Affair of the Necklace<\/em>). The awkward examples of Hollywood trying to manufacture naughtiness and taboo envelope pushing resulted in films like Lizzie Borden\u2019s Love Crimes<\/em> and Andy Wolk\u2019s Traces of Red<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\"vlcsnap-2981128\"As a precursor to the similarly convoluted and complex swamp and sex thriller Wild Things<\/em>, with the right amount of time spent in a sensory deprivation tank, Traces of Red<\/em> could be seen as a risky and challenging thriller. Or maybe you just like the notion of film noir, Jim Belushi style. Or every so often, you like taking a venture down the aisles of Red Herrings ‘R\u2019 Us. Personally, I took to the jazz score that sounded like someone left their sprinkler on while they were recording. If anything, Traces of Red<\/em> asks a very important question, how badly do you want to see female breasts? Would you sit through lots of scenes of unattractive people having sex?<\/p>\n

And while one could say I was being judgmental for putting down Traces of Red<\/em> for its barrage of visual atrocities, that would be unfair, because the whole idea of an erotic thriller is that it expresses an unattainable and sensuous fantasy.<\/p>\n

Anyone can have sex with an ugly person. It takes real chutzpah to put it on screen as some sort of ideal version of mating.<\/p>\n

\"vlcsnap-2981619\"It isn\u2019t that the actors are all hideous looking people recovering from facial elephantisus; they\u2019re just all wrong for an erotic thriller. By 1992, Jim Belushi was not the total eyesore he is today, but he\u2019s still a bit chubby, balding (not helped by certain angles supposed to make him look sexy, only accentuating the receding hairline), and doesn\u2019t really know how to make appropriate faces for the intimate situations. Belushi is known for his low-comic roles, and that\u2019s about his water-level. He may think that his half-smirk that works in a buddy cop movie with Arnold in Red Heat<\/em> or with a dog in K-9<\/em> (and its various DTV sequels) would be fine as an enticement to the ladies as well. But in a movie like Traces of Red,<\/em> <\/em>where he\u2019s supposed to be eminently desirable as well as a serious detective, it plays more as if the Michael Douglas role in Basic Instinct<\/em> were played by Walter Matthau.<\/p>\n

\"vlcsnap-2980618\"In the case of Traces of Red <\/em>(released 8 months after Basic Instinct)<\/em>, Belushi may be playing Michael Douglas. But just as badly off is a bleach-blonde, knock-kneed, skimpy-clothed version of Lorraine Bracco in the Sharon Stone role. Now Bracco can be a reasonably attractive woman when she plays it subtle. But shoving her boobs in our face, trying to act sultry makes you notice why she should never have taken the part. And it isn\u2019t because she looks like a poorly made-up drag queen in 90% of her scenes. Bracco doesn\u2019t have a lot of grace, nor the appropriate girly softness combined with a hard edge that is a must for the femme fatale in an erotic thriller. She\u2019s all smoking voice and pouty-lipped, emphasizing parts of her that aren\u2019t appealing (her thighs, her dyed hair). You don\u2019t get the feeling that she might either fuck you or kill you. Rather, you wonder whether or not she set enough places on the table for the family\u2019s Thanksgiving dinner.<\/p>\n

\"vlcsnap-2980834\"What\u2019s most curious about Bracco\u2019s casting is that the movie might have worked had she switched roles with Faye Grant, with her gentle, non-abrasive, and attractive demeanor. Grant gets stuck with the thankless cop\u2019s wife part (and the wife of a supporting character at that, the better half of Tony Goldwyn and his hilariously dated hair), when Bracco already perfected that very same role in Someone to Watch Over Me<\/em>, in which she had trouble competing with Mimi Rogers, playing a cold socialite (which is what Bracco has to play in Traces of Red<\/em>), as her husband, Tom Berenger, began to stray.<\/p>\n

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Writer Jim Piddock, looking for the cue card guy<\/p><\/div>\n

No matter who played what part, both actresses would still have had to contend with the random-twist-heavy script, which forces all the actors to play either the villain or innocent, often within the same scene. I\u2019m sure writer Jim Piddock (who aptly enough, has a piddling part) thought he was being clever by keeping us off-balance. But even the conclusion before<\/em> the real conclusion doesn\u2019t make much sense.<\/p>\n

Perhaps trying to cover up the holes, the dialogue features characters saying things like \u201cnothing is what it seems here,\u201d or \u201cwhen time was money and the girls were big time,\u201d pretending to reference other incomprehensible noirs of the past, but updated with diversions about AIDS, sexual abuse, and modern printers. And Piddock, in trying to fool the audience, falls for the same trap as the hilariously bad Halle Berry vehicle Perfect Stranger<\/em>, where the culprit of the crime keeps trying to figure out who did it, even though that would obviously only expose them<\/em>. If you think I gave away the ending to Traces of Red<\/em>, I didn\u2019t, because predicting who killed the female victims and left lipstick clues or wrote the insidious poems is eventually irrelevant anyway.<\/p>\n

\"vlcsnap-2979906\"If there\u2019s one thing you will<\/em> take away from Traces of Red<\/em> (if it isn\u2019t already Belushi\u2019s stiff delivery of the line \u201cyou\u2019re not who I thought you were, boy\u201d or his constant \u201cah, c\u2019mon!\u201d), it\u2019s the image of Bracco, trying her darndest to be a turn-on, sucking on an orange, en flagrante. She\u2019s the sexiest woman … who ever looked like a monkey eating a grapefruit.<\/p>\n

* It also spawned the \u201cI can\u2019t see or hear, but look at my boobs!\u201d trilogy of thriller masquerades, Jennifer Eight<\/em>, Hear No Evil<\/em>, and Blink<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If the idea of seeing Jim Belushi as a sex symbol isn\u2019t appealing to you, then I don\u2019t know what to say. Clearly Traces of Red is too good for you. As I detailed in the [Motor]Cycles of the Film Industry article, Hollywood does things in cycles. When the 1980\u2019s teen sexploitation market dried up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[4502,5188,315,1565,4519,985,3140,247,987,1942,4511,4489,4483,977,4484,4482,4496,956,1845,4041,4487,3766,4497,1069,2074,527,3276,4505,2822,3764,4476,1784,2322,2545,795,4481,4508,3605,317,4518,1694,4488,905,4516,4475,4506,4501,4478,1933,234,4494,4472,4514,4513,3734,4495,4471,2782,978,4507,3191,4474,36,303,2062,4599,4600,3796,4485,3829,4517,309,4473,4491,524,2443,4477,310,4486,4498,4480,5189,268,3765,3780,1693,276,3498,4479,3827,986,746,346,4512,4499,4470,4509,4492,4500,4515,546,1902,4510,215,4423,4503,4493,94,4504],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3295"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3295"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3295\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}