Cruel Intentions

Reviewed by: Jack Vincennes

September 24, 1999

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What did I expect, you ask. Fair enough. But I expected some things, and I did not receive them. I expected high production values. Instead, the entire film - an update of Dangerous Liaisons, with monied prep school Manhattanites in the roles of French courtesans - was shot at maybe one estate and at one apartment building, giving it a decidedly cheezy feel. I expected television's Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Sarah Michelle Gellar) and/or Reese Witherspoon to get naked. They did not. I expected camp. I was denied. I expected decent music, but the soundtrack is overrepresented by moaning techno bands with pitiful whiny male singers. I expected that when angry characters ripped off the sheets of beds containing their love interests and a third party, those in the beds would not be wearing underwear.

I did not expect to see the most cringe-inducing courtship in film since Lily Tomlin and John Travolta had a hot tub scene in Moment by Moment. But the Ryan Phillipe (as Valmont) and Reese Witherspoon love story beats it hands down. Phillipe, tasked to deflower the chaste Witherspoon (she is the daughter of the headmaster), becomes "totally infatuated" with her. Why? Because she makes him laugh. How? Because during a car ride, she made faces at him by sticking her tongue out and screwing her nose up and using her fingers on the top of her head to simulate the look of a horned creature.

After this execrable scene, by necessity, Witherspoon and Phillipe married in real life.

 

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