Wild Things

Entirely driven by the sex appeal of late 90s Matt Dillon, Denise Richards and Neve Campbell. I probably would've liked it a lot more if I was 15 when this came out, but in an age where we have internet porn it's lost most of its value now. The crappy acting, ridiculous amount of innuendo and schlocky plot twists lead to quite a few entertaining moments of comedy, most of which feel very intentional (the editing and score give this a tongue 'n cheek feel). Does that make up for how trashy everything is? Not really, in fact I'd argue that treating a subject like rape accusation as a silly B-movie is the one aspect that's aged worse than everything else. It can't fall back on the filmmaking either, compared to other 90s erotic thrillers like _Basic Instinct_ this doesn't have the perverted eye of someone like Paul Verhoeven behind the camera. Overall, it's obviously terrible and dumb, but if you'd give this material to someone like David Fincher it might've just worked. 2.5/10

On one hand, yayyyy Denise Richards tits. And that’s about it. The problem with convoluted twist after twist after twist in films like these is that well before everything’s about to wrap up, you find yourself hating _all_ of the characters and subsequently completely indifferent to what happens to any of them. Plot holes galore; it’s obvious that even the director couldn’t keep track of all the convoluted script bullshit, leading to glaring inconsistencies and narrative issues. I suppose Ken Bowden was all right. Fans of the _Breaking Bad_ universe and _Better Call Saul_ will appreciate Bill Murray’s character.