It was a well made movie, quite
unsettling. What I remember most about
Sex, Lies and Videotape is how
deftly Andie McDowell's character depicts exactly the sort of person everyone should be warned to
stay the hell away from. The kind of person I call a '
walking vortex of unnecessary suffering'. They inflict suffering on themselves, on innocent bystanders, but especially on anybody close to them. Andie's
husband might be a pig, but she is the sort of
bloodless lamer who drains every last bit of
joy from
life by
overanalyzing everything until it turns to
shit. Lady, shut up, sit down, and enjoy the fucking scenery. You only live once.
I recommend that you go see SL&VT. If Andie's character reminds of a
significant other, stop
struggling and start making plans to dump that
moody asshole immediately. My mom was
married to one for like thirty years, and believe her and me: it never gets any better. If Andie's character reminds you of someone you think you'd like to be involved with,
reconsider.
Did I miss the point of the movie? Perhaps, but it sure was
cathartic to be able to point at the
screen and say to my
friends (as they tried in vain to
shush me): "
that is what I've been talking about all along." It was also cathartic cheering for Andie's vastly cooler sister.