August 11, 2010

Justify My Netflix: Chloe

(Like many Netflix customers, I too can get quite lax with the timely watching and returning of my movies, which of course defeats the entire purpose of having a flat-rate rental plan in the first place. To combat that, I am now writing standardized mini-reviews of each and every movie I end up watching through Netflix, both instantly and on DVD. Don't forget, all previous 'Justify My Netflix' reviews can be found on CCLaP's main movie page.)


Today's movie: Chloe, 2010 (Amazon | IMDB | Netflix | Wikipedia)

Why I added it to my queue: Because this movie got a surprising amount of press earlier this year for being essentially a cheap erotic thriller, what many called a surprisingly brainy guilty pleasure from six-time Cannes nominee and otherwise art-house favorite Atom Egoyan.

The reality: Well, I don't know where people got "brainy," but "guilty pleasure" and "cheap erotic thriller" certainly do apply; and in fact I'm almost certain that the only reason that this Fatal Attraction ripoff got any play from the smart set in the first place was so that fans of "respectable cineastes" like Egoyan would have an excuse to finally wallow in two hours of cheap T&A, just like "the plebes normally do at their soul-killing malls on Friday nights." (And it's not just T&A, mind you, but T&A from an Oscar winner! That especially makes it okay!) For God's sakes, though, don't rent this out expecting any kind of decent script or even a coherent storyline; in fact, if anything, this seems almost like a giant joke on the audience that Egoyan is playing, presenting us with something that literally would fit right in on Cinemax at two in the morning, plot holes and wooden dialogue and gratuitous shower scenes and all, then challenging us to figure out how to slot it in with the rest of his otherwise brilliant, award-winning career. I myself call it yet another generic placeholder genre thriller, one of those B-pic things that always seem to star Jennifer Lopez or Ashley Judd and then is instantly forgotten by society at large exactly one week after it opens, and I have to say that it's an utter puzzle to me why a filmmaker of Egoyan's stature would even make such a direct-to-DVD disaster, much less how he managed to convince Julianne Moore and Liam Neeson to star in it.

Strangest piece of trivia: It was executive director Jason Reitman who convinced Amanda Seyfried to star in this.

Worth your time? If you like Cinemax at two in the morning, then sure, I guess, knock yourself out

Filed by Jason Pettus at 12:01 PM, August 11, 2010. Filed under: Movies | Reviews |