Adrian Lyne directs Mickey Rourke, Kim Basinger and Margaret Whitton in this erotic drama where a young divorced art dealer enters into a S&M relationship with a handsome but cagey yuppie.
A strange product of its time. Essentially a string of music videos featuring the same stars in increasingly kinky fantasias. Like Lyne’s Flashdance, only with the epic striptease dance sequences replaced with blindfolded food play or alley chases to new hits. I’d like to say that sentence makes more sense in the context of the film but it all is pretty haphazard. 9 1⁄2 Weeks looks and sounds wonderful but it is a film with problems. Basinger’s good girl turned living doll is pretty wet – daintily spineless and unfixed. The black faces seem included explicitly as set dressing, voiceless / storyless extras included to authenticate the urban environment… and nothing else. This happens a lot in 1980s cinema but 9 1⁄2 Weeks is the most blatant offender. The memoir source material is allegedly a far darker prospect of eventual abuse and kidnapping. This only flirts with that pathway but by not going down there, Lyne leaves the conclusion feeling pretty redundant. Still if you’ve come for gloss, and that’s why we watched it, a treat for the senses.
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