Shainberg's film establishes its pervy pride from the start, a slinky tracking shot showcasing Gyllenhaal's mastery of the secretarial arts with both hands tied behind her back. Cut back six months, when as disaffected Lee, she's returned to the bosom of her family from institutional care, having learnt how to keep her self-mutilatory tendencies to herself. Her folks blow hot and cold: dad is errant and abusive, mum (Warren) smothering; her wispy boyfriend (Davies) can't hold a candle to the rash of feelings they provoke. Instead it's employment that pricks her fancy: one-man law firm E Edward Grey. And because he's played by Spader, you know that behind those pursed lips, something deviant's itching to unravel. From here on it's a two-hander, the tone fruitfully (and comically) uncertain as Lee tries to intuit the inner mysteries of her indomitable employer. The only shame is that it has to settle down: the ending misses the ambiguity that went before, and hence the excitement. But against that you have the joys of a star-making turn from Gyllenhaal, and a career-epitomising one from Spader. Swish fun. (From a short story by Mary Gaitskill.
Cast and crew
|Screenwriter:||Erin Cressida Wilson|
Lesley Ann Warren