Sean Young

  • Blade Runner (1982)

    Blade Runner (1982)

    (Second viewing, On Blu-ray, November 2016) I have watched Blade Runner at least once before, but it was a long time ago and I can’t guarantee that it was in one single sitting. It was probably in the mid-nineties, at a time when I was diving deep into nerd culture and the film was de rigueur viewing—the only accepted conclusion to watching the film was to brand it an undeniable classic. Actually sitting down to watch its Final Cut in one gulp twenty years later, however, I find myself somewhat more reserved. Oh, it’s still a good film, especially when measured against the Science Fiction movies of that time: It’s considerably more mature, refined and ambiguous. From today’s perspective, however, it’s not quite as fresh. There are (especially on Blu Ray) annoying differences between the image quality of the shots, sometimes grainy, sometimes blurred. The special effects are limited and used sparingly (even often literally repeated), the themes have been reused almost endlessly since then, and the pacing is notably slack—by the time the classic ending came by, I was surprised at how little had happened. This isn’t to take away from its achievement, but to put it in context as a tremendously influential film. While the vision of a multicultural rain-soaked neon-lit Los Angeles was, at the time, unlike anything else, it crossed over to cliché roughly twenty-five years ago. It’s a testimony to director Ridley Scott, as well as to actors Harrison Ford, Sean Young and Rutger Hauer that the film still holds up today even after inspiring so many other works. In a way, the fact that we can’t watch Blade Runner in the same way today than in 1982 proves how much of a classic it is. But as a film, it’s not perfect—so mark me down as nominally interested in the idea of next year’s sequel.

  • Fatal Instinct (1993)

    Fatal Instinct (1993)

    (On TV, April 1999) Curiously tame spoof of erotic thrillers (Fatal Attraction and Basic Instinct, mostly, obviously) best caught on TV, not rented: Even though constantly amusing, it’s not exactly hilarious and fails to make the most of its opportunities. Armand Assante is quite good, though the remainder of the cast fades in the background. Put it at a level above Robin Hood: Men In Tights, equal with The Silence Of The Hams but below any of the early Zucker-Abrahams-Zucker films such as Airplane!, Top Secret! and Hot Shots!.

    (Second viewing, On Cable TV, September 2022) I had at least two reasons to be curious about re-watching spoof comedy Fatal Instinct, twenty-five years after an initial viewing.  For one thing, I have since watched many, many of the noir and neo-noir films parodied here – I could expect to catch many more of the film’s jokes.  For another, I was curious to see how the film’s comedy had aged: It wasn’t considered a top-notch spoof comedy back then, but the sub-genre got much, much worse in the following decade-and-a-half (before disappearing) and the result may look better in comparison.  As it turns out, a re-visit was worth the time on both counts.  Fatal instinct isn’t funny as much as it’s deeply silly, and that feels far better than the intolerable, laugh-free, mean-spirited form the spoof comedy took during the 2000s.  Amand Assante stars as a police officer moonlighting as a lawyer, but much of the rather solid plot chains sequences out of classic noir and neo-noirs, with director Carl Reiner (no newcomer to the genre, having helmed Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid) playing with form as much as with content.  (My favourite visual gag has the lead character’s car equipped with cinematic blinds and a ceiling fan.)  The blend of influences from 1940s noir to 1970s neo-noir to 1990 erotic thrillers is a great deal of fun (especially when it’s blending all three, such as two characters’ amorous activities are interrupted by a postman ringing twice) even when the film is not subtle about it at all.  Other than a very solid Assante, Sherilyn Fenn is quite good as the lead character’s secretary with a hidden past, although both Sean Young and Kate Nelligan both have their moments along the way.  (Other notable casting coups: A young Christopher McDonald as a romantic rival, as well as veterans Eartha Kitt and Tony Randall as judges.)  I suspect that part of the fun these days is playing pop-culture archaeology in decoding which film are being parodied, especially as many of them are no longer the references they once were.  I wouldn’t want to over-praise Fatal Instinct: it’s weak brew compared to the ZAZ spoof comedies of the 1980s.  But it’s a great deal better – particularly from a plotting standpoint! — than many of the subsequent spoofs that extinguished the genre, and it still makes for a smirk-filled late-evening watch.