Quid Pro Quo (2008)
Critic Consensus: Despite a stunning performance by Vera Farmiga, Quid Pro Quo never develops its effective parts into a convincing whole.
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Critic Reviews for Quid Pro Quo
Its biggest mystery is how it was financed (by Texas trillionaire and Dallas Maverick owner Mark Cuban, no less) and selected for distribution.
Quid Pro Quo hovers in a noir-shaded twilight zone where repressed memories and guilt merge in an obsession with physical and emotional paralysis.
This warped masochistic cousin to David Cronenberg's Crash - not to be confused with the Oscar winner of the same name -- is well worth seeing for Farmiga's stunning performance.
While a good director can spin a worthy movie from any subject, first-timer Carlos Brooks does surprisingly little with the jaw-dropper of a topic he chose.
Audience Reviews for Quid Pro Quo
Pretty disturbing, but only someone like Vera Farmiga could be sexy pretending to be crippled. Makes you wonder if these people really exist. Decent ending, even though I usually hate suprise twists.
Quid Pro Quo is burdened with flaws, a tiny indie addressing a challenging subject with all the intelligence and moral rationality of your generic people-pleasing blockbuster. Nick Stahl's narration leaves nothing up to the imagination, filling in the ideological bubbles for the audience - and if they're taking the time to watch a film like this, I'm sure they don't need it. The script is far too shallow and unfair to even justify this movie getting made. Sexual deviance here is uniformly attacked as a sign of mental illness, and though there are sound arguments as to the sanity of someone who would willingly paralyze themselves to fulfill a fetish, Quid Pro Quo doesn't even let the innocent get away. Stahl meets the group of people who teach him of this lifestyle literally underground, in a dank basement under some anonymous building. The message the film is trying to send is clear - those with unconventional sexual views are somehow "dark."
But if you're starting to think I'm one of those crazy bastards who nitpicks the hell out of a movie trying to isolate some phantom ideology, let me assure you that the movie also sucks on other terms. Another casualty of the lousy writing, the plot is absolutely awful, telegraphed painfully far in advance. The twists are so easy as to almost be insulting. Quid Pro Quo throws around a few flashy visual tricks, but to no real effect; the aesthetics don't support any sort of tone or theme at all, and the camera work is just artsy for the hell of it. The music is really, really cheesy.
The only real reason to watch this is Vera Farmiga's interesting, technically-able performance as a woman irrevocably chained to her sexuality. She is two parts sad, three parts insane and five parts compulsively watchable. The character is not very well done, but her performance props it up just enough to sell it. Nick Stahl is serviceable but the character is even less interesting.
Highly charged film about a very dark subject and a not often discussed subculture. A year ago this viewer had never heard of Vera Farmiga. But, the more I see of her work, the more impressed I become. Fiona (Farmiga) is a very disturbed young woman with a secret. Isaac (Nick Stahl) is a paraplegic public radio story teller who gets drawn into Fiona's world and uncovers a truth about himself that he ultimately does not want to face. Powerful performances propel the story that is at once sexy, disturbing, and revealing. Sexy, without being crude, disturbing without being gloomy, and revealing without being voyeuristic. This viewer was fascinated by the story, the acting, and the characters. Atmospheric lighting, and tight cinematography, along with good pacing kept this viewer glued to the screen. At under 90 minutes, this film said a lot in a short amount of time. Four stars.
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