If not for the creamy Agathe de la Fontaine, this would be a wholly sad and laughable affair. There is something about French girls with their full lips and flushed faces. Mickey Rourke increasingly creepy facial features don't make him the ideal romantic lead. Mix in a stolen plot straight from Last Tango In Paris and un-erotic direction from the person who brought us Embrace of the Vampire and Poison Ivy II, and you have a movie that no one could love no matter where they live. My biggest draw back is the miss use of Angie Everhart, one of the few redheads in movies. She can play an icy fatale better than most, but she is not so good as the girl looking for love, although she does look good with rose petals and honey smeared on her. The original, directed by Adrian Lyne, is one of the better erotic fests with a more convincing lead in Kim Basinger and a smoother faced Rourke.
Review of Another 9½ Weeks
