Two Girls and a Guy Reviews
I think this is probably what Les Diaboliques might be to an extent if it wasn't a horror/thriller. It's a darkly comedic dramedy about love, lust and commitment in the late 90s, and a really nice and underrated gem.
It's definitely got the vibe of a stage play, mostly due to the minimal cast, and the fact that it takes place entirely in front of or inside Blake's apartment. It was also shot almost totally in sequence and plays out almost completely in real time.
I don't want to spoil how the confrontation plays out, as that's where the joy of the film lies, but I will say that I was surprised by it, and totally didn't know what to expect or where the film was going.
The writing is pretty strong for the most part, though things do slip somewhat near the end. What I really didn't expect from this is how it starts off like a typical fluffy romcom, but ends up being something actually worth of contemplation and serious discussion. Awesome.
It's not perfect, but this is overall a really strong piece of work. It's got great casting and performances, it's about something, and it both entertains and gives the brain something to think about. Well done.
When Carla(Graham) and Lou(Wagner) meet outside an apartment building(brownstone) in Soho(NYC), they start to chat about the guy they are waiting for and the coincidences are just too close.
Heather Graham was my reason for watching any of this, and there is a scene or two worth seeing if you like her as well.
Still an excellent ensemble of actors accept the challenge of this ridiculous plot and distract us from the naked absurdity. They alone make this a film worth seeing. Robert Downey, Jr. infuses the cad with energy and intelligence that can only come from someone delusional, as is his history. Natasha Gregson Wagner is great, as well. I could almost forgive the contrived ease with which she scales a fire-escape because of the brashly savvy manner in which she dispatches a sleaze-ball on the street. Upper-body strength, no; chutzpah, hell yes. Heather Graham's performance is, at times, sharp but her character's introspective intelligence should rise to rage rather than wallow in shallows of vague annoyance. She teases him rather than eviscerates him. She is Toback's dream come true.
Downey is remarkable. From spouting Shakespeare to improvising entire scenes his staccato delivery and incendiary delusions make it impossible not to be totally absorbed by his character.
The scene in the bathroom was beautifully shot (Toback's only real achievement) and entirely unscripted. Credit goes again to the actors for their sense of the moment and the way in which they use the physical dimension of the mirrors. Downey's cathartic break-down in the end is as real as you will ever see.
If this farce makes sense to Toback it must be because he pays his hookers scale and his actors with points. His name should be removed from the credits. It was the actors that gave this film its life.