The Crying Game (1992)

Neil Jordan directs Stephen Rea, Jaye Davidson and Forest Whitaker in this IRA thriller / romance where an on the run terrorist falls for the lover of a British soldier he kidnapped and killed.
Far more interesting than its heavily marketed “twist”. When viewed through a current trans gaze it can seem like an exploitative and negative depiction but I don’t think that was the intent. I think the ultimate message of The Crying Game isn’t revulsion but revolution. Whitaker’s soldier plays his last card before death to teach his captor a lesson. It could be seen as smirking punitive revenge but I don’t think Jody (Whitaker, terrible accent, brilliant performance) would put his beloved Dil in danger. He wants to change his captor from beyond the grave. Change his nature. Show him nothing is set in stone – not gender, sexuality, nationality, identity or morality. So he does it via the mode of knowing sexual prank. It works. Whether as unlikely romance or “one last job” genre flick, The Crying Game holds up strong. And it owes plenty to the daddy of all strange erotic thrillers – Blue Velvet. It really hit home on this rewatch just how much of Lynch’s masterpiece is purloined by Jordan for new purpose. Breathy torch song performances, closets, sexual awakenings, vulnerable femme fatales, apartment shoot out finales. Which makes Miranda Richardson’s stand-out psycho the Frank Booth of the piece. That scans.
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