The other half of the delight comes from director Jane Campion, whose sensualist's eye and scabrous heart infuse In the Cut with guts and glory. The celebrated director of Sweetie and The Piano has been shouting the same theme over and over for years -- boo-hoo, it's tough to be female -- but really, how well has the world been listening? Perhaps the message bears repeating. Here it is delivered with much less of her trademark histrionics -- Sam Neill chopping off Holly Hunter's finger made me want to give Campion's whole worldview the finger -- but rather with a steady resolve that finally feels mostly grown up and genuinely satisfies.
Ryan plays Frannie, a prim New York writing professor, whose life goes mad when a chunk of a recently slaughtered woman lands in her garden. After meeting in a skanky café with Cornelius (Sharrieff Pugh), her disturbingly impassioned African American student, and catching a prolonged glimpse of lurid carnality in a back room, virginal Frannie becomes acutely aware of heterosexuality. Rather than doing the obvious blonde-on-black cliché, though, she heads home to a prompt interrogation from Detective Malloy (Mark Ruffalo), who obviously enjoys prying her open, which she begins to enjoy as well. Thus begins a smoldering attraction, which quickly leaps into flame.
Adding color, we meet Frannie's hippie-dippy half-sister, Pauline (Jennifer Jason Leigh), who lives above a strip-bar tellingly called Baby Doll, raves about "dick" a lot, and wears a lazy tone of resignation: "Is a husband too much for me to ask for?" This, while she's lamenting a doomed romance with her married psychiatrist. Despite her own failings, Pauline encourages Frannie to pursue her steamy attraction to Malloy, especially since Frannie's ex, John (Kevin Bacon), is an obnoxious creep set on '11.' While the vicious murders of women continue around the city, John frantically obsesses over why Frannie won't baby-sit his ugly little dog or camps out uninvited in her apartment, becoming an increasingly wretched presence. Despite one useful proclamation from Bacon ("You don't know how guys think" -- indeed, secure relationships here are severely downgraded), the role is just a couple of shades shy of the rapist he portrayed in the rather terrible Hollow Man.
Based on the novel by Susanna Moore, who co-wrote the screenplay with Campion, In the Cut plays out as a multiple mystery. There's the horror of the seemingly random murders, with several red herrings to keep us guessing: In particular, there's the conspicuous tattoo shared by Malloy and his Cro-Magnon-like partner, Detective Rodriguez (Nick Damici), which Frannie first notes during the movie's shadowy opening blow job. We're also treated to luminous yet troubling flashbacks of the courtship of the half-sisters' mother. Above all, there's the mystery of Frannie's abandon; after she's brutally mugged in the grimy street, the brutally frank Malloy employs a reenactment of the event as a seduction ploy -- and she loves it. Before long, there's a whole lot of praying -- or is it preying? -- at the altar of sex, tinged with compelling danger.
In nearly every aspect, In the Cut is a work impressively realized, and all involved deserve acclaim. Even the nauseated nervousness of the song "I Think I Love You" is put to elegant use. At the helm, Campion and cinematographer Dion Beebe deserve additional plaudits for turning tired old New York into a dark, delirious wonderland, with just about every shot rendered as gritty poetry. (Could have done without the scene where Malloy teaches Frannie how to use a gun -- yawn! -- but praise to the deer-wrangler for adding atmosphere.) From her more primitive days of short film to her most recent feature, Holy Smoke, Campion has always enjoyed showing us women pissing -- a motif that truly endears her to the French, who love urination in their cinema. But in her overall delivery, she really has come a long way, baby. Pissing has turned to pissed-off, and most of the moaning is now of the saucy variety. Simply put, In the Cut is the work of an artist very near the peak of her powers.
Focusing those powers through Ryan is the movie's ace. With her lank hairstyle and fuck-me 'tude, one almost forgets that this is Ryan, she looks and behaves so much like Nicole Kidman, who rode out Campion's Portrait of a Lady and developed this project, eventually bowing out of the lead. But this is more than mere copycatting. Let's just say that Ryan has taken a quantum leap beyond the funny fake orgasm in Rob Reiner's diner years ago, dramatically expanding her repertoire. Onscreen, she's no longer "difficult," but rather -- in the most confident, strident way -- gloriously easy.
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