Women in Film (2001)

Three women in Hollywood talk to the camera one summer (with a coda six months later). Sara is a casting director; her soliloquies are addressed to Samson (her blind infant son) and to ... See full summary »

Director:

Bruce Wagner

Writers:

Bruce Wagner (novel), Bruce Wagner (screenplay)

Stars:

Beverly D'Angelo, Portia de Rossi, Marianne Jean-Baptiste

Cast

Complete credited cast:
Beverly D'Angelo	...	Phyllis Wolf
Portia de Rossi	...	Gina
Marianne Jean-Baptiste	...	Sara
Camren Tyler Geyen	...	Samson
Yvette Marie Geyen	...	Samson's Nanny
Cauleen Smith	...	Woman Prisoner

Storyline

Three women in Hollywood talk to the camera one summer (with a coda six months later). Sara is a casting director; her soliloquies are addressed to Samson (her blind infant son) and to Holly Hunter. She talks about her husband's refusal to touch their son and her discovery of his affair. Gina is a masseuse - blithe, solipsistic, scheming to steal the energy of Hollywood players. She frequently refers to her dead sister Wanda, kidnaped by their father. Phyllis, sexually abused by her father when a teen, addresses her son Eric. She's a producer, working on remaking Pasolini's "Teorema." As the project falls apart, so does she. All three hum or sing, "You made me love you."

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Plot Keywords:

girl in panties | white panties | panties | based on novel | 

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Genres:

Comedy | Drama

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Motion Picture Rating (MPAA)

Rated R for strong sex-related dialogue, language, some nudity and drug content

Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

24 January 2001 (USA)

Company Credits

Production Co:

InDigEnt (Independent Digital Entertainment), Independent Film Channel (IFC), Killer Films

Technical Specs

Runtime:

89 min

Sound Mix:

Stereo

Color:

Color

Did You Know?

Quotes

Phyllis Wolf: I don't do digital. I'll fuck you with a digital dick until you're dead!

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Connections

References Teorema (1968)

User Reviews

A couple of women have endless monologues in a plot less comedy drama.

Pretentious and self-indulgent indie "art" film with three women gabbing into the camera, on and on and on. A more-or-less anti-men film, too. One of the characters is a lesbian - but of course; when's the last time a bad indie movie didn't have at least one lesbian or gay character? Di Rossi plays the lesbian - a real-life lesbian, believe it or not; she has a very pretty face, but I've rarely seen such a pretty face so mismatched with a lousy body. Plus, the rich vocabulary that her monologues exhibit doesn't match her face at all. (Like the empty-headed Katie Holmes talking eloquently in "Dawson's Creek".) She's just a dumb ex-model so there's absolutely no way in hell she could talk that way. D'Angelo's bits are far more convincing, more interesting, she is more charismatic, and she looks great. But all in all, the film is too static and the monologues not nearly as spicy or interesting as they'd have to be given the style.