Sliver

Sliver

Directed by: Phillip Noyce

Friday, March 7 - Saturday, March 8, 2014

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“A pricey and perverted thriller with sex, lies, videotape and murder. A souped-up, pornographic adaptation of Ira Levin’s novel by Basic Instinct‘s Joe Eszterhas, it’s essentially Rear Window with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment, a remote control and a well-fingered playback button.

“Stone plays the sleek, rather sweet-faced Carly Norris, a tell-all book editor who gets back some of her own when she hooks up with her new landlord, Zeke (Billy Baldwin), a high-tech peeping tom who has bugged every cranny of a fashionable Manhattan high-rise. A slip of a skyscraper dubbed ‘a sliver’ by New Yorkers, this particular building has frequent vacancies, what with its tenants falling from their balconies or slipping in their showers.

“Never mind, Carly likes the view and the circular tub, where she spends the first night in her apartment getting to know herself a little better. Unbeknown to Carly — who has probably already found the perfect partner for herself but doesn’t know it — Zeke is observing the goings-on (edited to lose the NC-17 rating) from his many-monitored headquarters… Recently divorced from a boring guy who was into print, Carly is attracted to Zeke, even though he looks like Dagwood’s evil twin. At first, Zeke pretends to be nothing more than a helpful neighbor with healthy hormones. When Carly moves in, he directs her to the nearest market, helps her haul cartons and takes her to the sliver gym where he wows her with an enthusiastic set of reps on the Butt Blaster.

“The next thing you know, she’s shedding her clothes like a snake with eczema. The effect is not so much steamy as it is seamy. For all their seeming abandon, there’s something rather pitiful about these soulful characters. New York: so full of people with telescopes and yet, so lonely. As Carly puts it to her wisecracking crony — the one who talks about getting a plastic yeast infection from her vibrator — ‘After seven years of marriage, I haven’t got a life.’ This becomes all the more obvious when Carly learns of Zeke’s voyeurism and becomes increasingly obsessed with the daily lives of her neighbors — an abused child, a guy with a tumor, just plain folks going through their lives in the regular way.

“Zeke gets off on omniscience and occasionally likes to play God, but Carly is frightened by her reaction. ‘I want my own experiences, my privacy,’ she wails, but Zeke cannot be weaned from the boob tube.” – Washington Post

R, 107 Minutes
USA, 1993




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