Not Another Teen Movie
The Darwinian theory that schlocksploitation must tighten its twist of the nuts with each new release will be tested strenuously for yearsor at least several weeksby Hard Candy. A pointedly s(l)ick cross between Oleanna and I Spit on Your Grave, thrown like raw meat to Lionsgate for $4 million at Sundance, Hard Candy has a 32-year-old fashion photographer with an eye for jailbait getting bound and gagged by his latest subjecta screwdriver-swilling, scalpel-wielding gender-avenger who's all of 14 years old. Not to sound like Michael Medved here, but really: Isn't there a statute of limitations for the rape-revenge genre? "We can sell it as a female empowerment movie," Lionsgate's Tom Ortenberg told The Boston Globe at Sundanceeven as his reading of the film's moral dilemma suggested another marketing tack: "What if this was your daughter?"
Hard Candy, however it's wrapped, is a tough one to swallow. Still, the acute precociousness of our score-settling Lolita strains credibility only if you fail to accept the film's effortless assertion that American pope.g., the Internet and, yes, extreme cinema-on-demandhas lowered the minimum-age requirements for just about everything, including principled payback. Hayley Stark (Ellen Page), the freckle-faced femme fatale who toys with her pedophilic prey in an online chat room before meeting him in the "RW" (that's the real world), is reading the autobiography of Jean Seberg as well as Romeo and Juliet; her retorts, typed or uttered, are as sharp as the surgical tool she threatens to use on the photographer for "preventative maintenance." (Is that anything like preemptive war?) When Jeff (Patrick Wilson), the perv-turned-victim, pleads from behind tight ropes that his professional rep will be ruined if Hayley calls the cops, the young cultural critic begs to differ: "Didn't Roman Polanski just win an Oscar?"
Not for nothing does the movie put its cradle-robbing creep in the image- making biz. Hard Candy, seductively shot in hi-def DV by music video director David Slade, contrives to wag its own finger at itselfto have its bonbon and eat it too. Right from the film's opening peep at instant sex- messaging, Slade goads us to admit taking guilty pleasure even from within a scenario as criminal as this one. Maybe Slade's first RW close-upof a fork slowly sliding its way through moist cakeis already stepping over the line. (Or maybe that comes in the next two shots, whose insinuation of sexual appetite I can't even attempt to describe for fear of crossing the line myself.) In any case, one thing leads to another between these inveterate flirts (rapid-fire innuendo is easy with online practice), and the two proceed blushingly to the shooter's Hollywood Hills bungalow, a set whose Almodóvarian mise-en-scéne essentially allows Slade to blame the pedophile's interior-decorating sensibilities for our arousal. At least until the tables are turned (and a bit after, I'd say), Hard Candy is film noir as bright-red lollipop: Its intoxicating visuals lower our defenses as effectively as the roofie that Riding Hood slips to the big bad wolf in his own lair.
Directed by David Slade
Lionsgate, opens April 14, Angelika
In the spirit of Lionsgate's Hostel and The Devil's Rejects, a good half of this lurid two-hander is pure tortureto watch, some will say, particularly once the resourceful Hayley discovers her captive's secret stash of homemade child porn and gets to work with a hospital gurney, a bag of ice, and . . . that scalpel. (Dad, she explains, is a surgeon.) Much as I'm convinced of the filmmaker's own talent for cutting (and shooting), this critic would nearly kill to know how Carol J. Cloverthe rape- revenge-movie scholar who wrote the book on post- Psycho horror ( Men, Women, and Chain Saws)will come to grips with Hard Candy, a film that forges identification with its victimized heroine like none I've seen in decades. (The Nova Scotiaborn Page, a Molly Ringwald type who was only 15 when the movie was made, leaves little doubt as to whether a kid can play a grown-up's icky game and win.) Still, the only truly authoritative review may be that of a 14-year-old girl in an online chat room. If Hard Candy is a fantasy, it's hersand, given the nature of most fantasies these days, she's entitled to it.
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