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SHABBY CHIC(K)
Rene
Russo makes a sensational blowzy broad in the “who asked for it?”
remake of The Thomas Crown
Affair. Her stylish wenchy
Enzo Angileri hair, suggesting Anouk Aimée (who with deep regret turned
down the femme lead in the original in favor of another go as Lola in Jacques
Demy’s Model Shop), seems to be hiding perpetual hangovers
more than jet lag or all-night bang sessions. Her clothes don’t have super pricey
labels attached but confirm she’s one up-to-date shabby diva. Her
bod in comely shape and worthy of her ego display: slinky on the
dance floor in a black near see-through, you applaud her audacity—she’s
saying to Pierce Brosnan, “It’s okay to fuck me, but you better not
fuck me over.” She’s never been in a movie before or since (excepting Nightcrawler and for opposite reactions) during which
audiences can’t keep their eyes off her. Faye Dunaway, on the other hand,
is so white stockings in the first Thomas Crown we’re
laughingly glued to her for considerably less lusty reasons: catching sight
of her Bambi-eyelashed pocky-faced Vicki, we’re absolutely sure this dame’s
orgasms are sparked by Thea Van Runkle’s flashy Barbie couture, not Steve McQueen, who’s looking scrummy in matching blondish hair and eyebrows
and the most dapperly tailored wardrobe of his career. The first version, directed by Norman Jewison, keeps telling
the audience how sophisticated it is—with Pablo Ferro’s multiple rotating
images and Hal Ashby’s editing, with Haskell Wexler’s swervy camera work,
with a pop-jazz score by Michel Legrand. John McTierman is much more moderate
with the gloss and pizzazz in the update. He can afford to be relaxed because
of Brosnan’s brand of finesse and, because the star is also producing,
there’s a safeguard to prevent any inadvertent lifting of Bond razzle-dazzle. Brosnan is the consummate
screen gentleman; his moves and grooves are polished, even his petting of
Russo while dancing has sophistication—foreplay buffed. A supporting
plus as a neat little surprise and looking as if he’s gain
some weight, Denis Leary is low-key and friendly. The Spanish Esther Cañadas
may be the remake’s one miscalculation: she’s meant to be exotic and enigmatic
yet she’s more like a sneering Gale Sondergaard ingénue.
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