A strange movie. Eastwood’s stone-face serves him well in the seduction scenes, as his blank expression masks obvious (and appropriate to the moment) feelings of fear and titillation. Yet the moviemakers still manage to waste Eastwood’s performance by proposing that once the external conflict of catching the S & M killer is resolved, Eastwood’s own S & M obsessions can be swept under the carpet and forgotten about. I don’t understand this, as the selling point of Tightrope – at least on the rental box and early in the film – was that Eastwood’s personal struggles with sex fetishes would be just as difficult to resolve as a serial killer on the loose. Granted, this idea didn’t seem to fit with the traditional Eastwood mold of manliness, but hell, it’s why I rented this movie in the first place.
by Jason Woloski | Source: Warner VHS
22 Aug 2005 11:41 PM | Submit Comment
