Nine 1/2 Weeks (1986)
(In French, On TV, February 2021) I don’t think that Nine 1/2 Weeks is nearly as culturally omnipresent as it was back in the late 1980s, but I’m a man of my time, and watching the film today, I was struck by how much of it was referenced, satirized or quoted by other films of the time. (Hot Shots being a specific source of many, many jokes.) To the extent that the film is remembered today, it’s as one of the few good movies of Mickey Rourke’s first act in Hollywood — he was young, trim and handsome at the time, and the perfect man to play the domineering lead in an erotic thriller. (So much so that he’d essentially reprise the same role in Wild Orchids three years later.) Kim Basinger makes a great foil for him as a submissive art gallery employee who gets caught up in his increasingly wild impulses. Decades before the Fifty Shades of prudish excitement, director Adrian Lyne was the foremost purveyor of titillating erotic thrillers, and Nine 1/2 Weeks remains one of his best claims to fame. Alas, it’s an incredibly dull film once you strip away the lengthy erotic sequences: The predictable plot fits on a paper napkin, and don’t ask where that napkin’s from: the point of this film is a series of music-video-like sequences in which the female lead is progressively controlled and abased by her dominant partner until it all breaks apart. (Many will point at the kinship between this and Lynne’s later Fatal Attraction or Unfaithful, but I found an even stronger connection with the way Flashdance presents its dance numbers as near-standalone sequences.) What does help in finding Nine 1/2 Weeks boring is, as I’ve mentioned, all the jokes and parodies and references to the film that have popped up since then. It’s practically impossible to watch the film and see its pretentious eroticism punctured by the way it was laughed at. (And if your kinks don’t run along the same lines, well, all dullness is forgiven.) In other words, I don’t think I received Nine 1/2 Weeks in the same way it was designed: I don’t think it’s meant to be a comedy interrupted by lengthy moments of boredom. I’ll at least recognize that both Rourke and Basinger are game in playing their characters the way they do — lesser actors would have held back. Still, it’s considerably duller than I was expecting, and frequently more ridiculous than alluring. I don’t see it as a tragedy if younger audiences have no idea about Nine 1/2 Weeks any more.