Fatal Attraction is a modern cautionary tale about a man who sleeps with a dangerous and impulsive woman and regrets it. This movie paves the way for countless erotic thrillers starring big Hollywood actors in their prime. Here, Michael Douglas cheats on his wife with a batshit crazy version of Glenn Close. Prepare for rough sex involving tap water, a kitchen wall and an elevator.
Shit hits the fan for the first time at the turn of the second act, as Glenn Close’s character is revealed to be highly manipulative and suicidal, which puts Michael Douglas’ character in a terrible predicament. The situation goes from bad to worse, from that moment on. We are constantly reminded of just how fulfilling Douglas’ couple is and how much he has to lose.
This film is a pillar in its subgenre. It is judiciously written. It’s skillfully directed. The actors know exactly what movie they’re in. Their delivery is impeccable. The problem Douglas’ character is facing is completely plausible. These things happen to the best of us... well, up until the third act. Now that’s a shocker! Fatal Attraction will make you think twice about cheating.