qmtv So, here's the story: A woman, high school or college English teacher, who apparently wants sex but is timid, daydreaming through her life, gets involved with a dirtbag detective investigating a serial killer. She gets attacked. Her sister gets killed. Lots of red herrings. She eventually kills the killer. Daydream back to her life.What we have is a bunch of disgusting characters. We have porno. We have profanity. We have characters acting out a script that is unrealistic. We have garbage hand held cinematography. We have a couple of classic tunes redone in the worst possible way. We have a story that just does not add up. What the hell was this? A serial killer story? A sexually repressed woman? Here's some of the garbage I noticed. I'm sure there more:Kevin Bacon is a red herring, in a red hat. Nice try. Meg Ryan, Jennifer Jason Leigh, and Mark Ruffalo are all decent actors. But the material/dialogue and script is garbage. If you watch this as a comedy, maybe intoxicated, you may find some entertainment here. Otherwise forget it. Meg walks around this movie in a daze. Especially at the end, after she kills Mark's partner. Barefoot, and bloody all over. Nobody stops her. She just walks back to her apartment, and lays beside Mark. Garbage. At first it seemed like Jennifer's character was Meg's lesbian lover, then we find out she is her sister. What's up with that full mouth kiss in front of the black guy? The cops, Mark and his partner, unnecessary cursing. Mark's partner has a plastic gun. He would not be on the street. Sex scenes are cliché and stupid. City scenes are all hand held garbage cinematography. Tattoo on hand. The guy is getting a blowjob, in the dark, and Meg notices the tattoo from 20 feet away. Right! Meg mentioned the tattoo to Mark. But Mark didn't add it up that it could have been his partner. What's up with that? Not a very good detective. What's with all the art crap sex talk? Wow, they know the F word. Great. Black student. Another red herring. That goes nowehere. Gay Black bouncer. More filler crap.After the first time Meg did Mark she meets Jennifer in a coffee shop with a black eye. Meg didn't have a black eye when she was with Mark. So, you freaking screw that up too. This is like some kind of an art film. Porno. Profanity. All unlikable characters. No chemistry between the characters or the actors. The Flashback scenes of Meg's parents skiing. Another art failure.Started crap. Nothing happens. Meg dozing throughout taking notes of words that she sees like it's a prophetic insight. Middle crap. Things happen, except they're just garbage. Ending crap. At least the film is consistent. There was a scene where Kevin Beacon asks Meg to watch his dog because he works 18 hours as an intern. Meg refuses. Kevin says well I'll have to put him down then. What the freaking hell was that all about. Who the hell wants to see a movie about some dirtbag characters like this? Who?The ending was just plain garbage. First Meg runs away from Mark after handcuffing him to some pipes in her house. And Mark's partner drives her to a Lighthouse near the George Washington Bridge, where he's got some kind of room with music and wine hooked up. He proposes to her with a knife on a ring. Kisses her. She shoots him with Mark's gun, twice. Ohh, well that shooting practice we had to sit through all adds up now. Then she walks home bare foot, and all bloody. Nobody stops her. She just walks home, finds Mark still hand cuffed to the pipe, and lays beside him. Wow!Last week I watched a low budget film from Poland about some kids going camping and all getting killed. Pretty mindless garbage film. Close to Zero brain power exerted there. Now, I would rather watch that movie than "In The Cut". In the Cut looks like they used some brain power, but just wrong. In the negative.Forget Plan 9 from Outer Space. In the Cut is the worst movie ever made. A complete waste of time, talent and money. All involved in this movie should be ashamed of themselves. Including people who watch it. I know I am.

iamoutpatient Oh if this isn't the hot garbage we've been waiting for. Thank God we got to see gratuitous sex scenes with (bless her heart) saggy titty Meg Ryan. Ruffalo's village people mustache screams try hard confusion. As long as she stays drunk and has sex we've got a film eh guys? Who's with me? *Crickets* Seriously the plot line was dumpster juice, Meg's just gotta have sex scenes about every 5 minutes where she's masturbating then eventually boning the angry confused detective because that's what you do when you're investigating a murder, sleep with a potential suspect. Ruffalo's character, not believable. What a hot piece trash the whole dialogue was. Terrible directing choices with such great actors. Kevin Bacon was hilariously terrible, he was going for a manic depressed schizo with tourettes syndrome, forced and not believable. More like a failed SNL skit. Seriously he tried... and failed miserably. They really gave the serial killer to the dopey Italian cro magnon guy. I mean even though it was meant to lead you astray the whole context was a disappointment. They could have cut so many scenes to make this tolerable. They did not. A pointless scene about firing a gun in the park with Meg and Mark. Why? Why are we doing this? Dog sh*t. So her best friend gets killed and she's hugging a plastic bag of her friends head while she's balling. I'm sorry but What the f*ck is going on here? Nobody even bothers to question her at all? All of this was implausible and definitely makes you wanna read all the complaining that this film deserves. If you pirated this movie you would still be mad. I'd say don't waste your time but if you enjoy watching terrible movies, this one's for you.

johnnyboyz And there I was thinking In the Cut might have had something to do with the sport of Golf – how wrong I was. Accomplished film maker Jane Campion is in the chair for said film, an involving for-the-first-act thriller which mutates into something deeply problematic and then just mutates further still into something quite unpleasant. The piece aims for, and borrows from, both the heights as well as bits and pieces from all of Bad Lieutenant; Naked and Basic Instinct to varying extents – needless to say, falling rather short of each of those examples. The usual suspects, in the form of content and conventions, are all here; certain grizzly murders act as catalysts to propel people together, one of whom is an overconfident police detective assigned to the case, whose own moral codes constantly appear blurred, in-between coming into contact with a middle aged woman he cannot quite get a lock on and whose own plight is one of a flitting, scattered nature as she hurls herself through a series of dangerous, Hellish encounters.Meg Ryan, well away from what many might refer to as her more usual or more "frothier" roles, plays the lead character; a woman named Frannie who occupies a dingy New York City apartment in an area seemingly bathed in crime and graffiti. She lives with her sister, the younger and far less advanced Pauline (Jason-Leigh); the mornings starting in colour-starved, dimly lit cinematography for the women and seeing Pauline, in-between doing what she needs to do for breakfast, limply peering out at a neighbouring Chinese man across the street inhabiting his own place. Her gaze is captured - the insinuation of a lack of men, both living with them and then later revealed to generally exist in their lives, becoming apparent. There is a male presence in Frannie's life of sorts, but it is that of the unhinged John Graham, played with a delicious mix of farce and menace by Kevin Bacon, who's highly feminine in his appearance and a jumpy, jittery guy seemingly a step away from being a total loon. He is, quite remarkably, and aside from being the best thing about the film, responsible for the single best scene during which he attempts to sell Frannie his pet dog. Given the bulk of what happens in In the Cut, that is saying something.Frannie teaches for a living, an Erin Gruwell-type figure working with the underprivileged and potentially hostile in this locale of urbane decay. She teaches, she tutors and is able to drive these exchanges with these sorts of people; the woman additionally is frank and unafraid to speak on a variety of things, someone who's blunt in her definition, to her sister no less, on certain parts of the female's body. If all was not necessarily well both economically and sociologically with the part of town in which the sisters live, things get a mite worse when a murder happens in the area; this bringing Mark Ruffalo's police detective, Giovanni Malloy, into proceedings and closer to Frannie's life when he shows up on her doorstep wanting to ask some questions. When we first see him, Malloy smokes in that way which makes smoking look good; in that distinct way people, whom eventually take up the habit, most probably saw and fell in love at that early stage. He comes off as being fairly cool and is, amidst the filth and aesthetical degradation we've so far encountered, undeniably handsome in this regard.When they first meet, it is he whom waits on the apartment stairs and in a physical position of being above her, although it is Frannie keeping him out of her dwelling and under control as she checks up on his authenticity. Their ties come to drive the film; later, drinks at a local bar are peppered by an internal performer and her lyrics on how one ought to be wary of certain partners and that, more often than not, they're "no good" for you – alarm bells ought to be ringing but we're not into the film enough for them to resonate. The piece dissolves into something within which there is very little talk of anything at all; proceedings peppered with frank, sexual encounters rearing up on the odd occasion. Around this, a rather dire plot to do with whom the killer actually is, and whose life is actually in danger, makes itself more and more known. Despite being a teacher and a woman with words, the character of Frannie is largely fatuous and feels both undercut and underwritten; her life, and life situation, is clumsily summarised every so often by the advertisements on the roof of the subway alluding to disorientation and isolation.Where we sense we ought to be observing a powerful chapter in her life in which she seems to have found a man; is treading perilously close to the edge and is finally having the city catch up with her after having avoided such a thing for so many years, the whole thing just comes off as a bad slasher sequel. The narrative is equivalent to that of a motor engine running on fumes, the lead darting here and there as various crazies enter and then leave her life again tiring; story structure and audience envelopment in a plot largely vacant with, it feels, the racier scenes and the racier scenes alone sadly acting as the reason one ought to remain in one's seat with any degree of interest. The film is confrontational and unafraid of holding back on specific content; for that, we acknowledge more-so admire the bravery of the beast, whilst its carrying with it a bleached out atmosphere of little-to-no hope twinned with an overall look of a grubby, grimy nature is dutifully executed, but the congealed whole feels too distorted and scattered to actually get behind.

MBunge This could have been the greatest erotic thriller ever made and no one would have ever noticed because of the thrice-damned nonsense director Jane Campion does here playing around with the focus on her cameras. In The Cut being several light years away from even being a good erotic thriller only makes things worse.Frannie Avery (Meg Ryan) is a New York City English professor. She's the sort of repressed type who gets all quivery over snippets of passionate poetry she sees plastered up in the subway. Frannie has a screwed-up sister (Jennifer Jason Leigh) who's borderline stalking a married man, an unstable ex-boyfriend (Kevin Bacon) with an ugly dog and she's writing a book on urban slang with the help of one of her huge, black students (Sharrieff Pugh). When a woman's severed head is found in the community garden of Frannie's apartment building, she meets Detective Malloy (Mark Ruffalo). The cop has all the sophistication of a walking hard on, so of course he and Frannie fall into bed together. But as more dismembered women show up, Frannie begins to suspect there's more to Malloy than his penis and cheesy mustache.That's about it for the plot of In The Cut. It's one of those willfully idiotic plots where the whole shebang hangs on people not asking painfully obvious questions and avoiding saying the first things that would come to any normal person's mind. Basically, Frannie Avery lolls around, gets screwed, lolls around, gets screwed, lolls around, almost gets killed, fade to black.I don't know what bug crawled up Campion's ass when it came time to make this film, which is one of the most annoying and aggravating movies I've ever watched. Not because the acting is terrible. It isn't. And not because the writing is dreadful, even though it is. It's not even because of the unremitting camera movement that plagues every scene and makes one of them look like it was filmed on top of a 1965 washing machine.No, what dooms In The Cut is exasperating games Campion plays with focus. Virtually ever single shot in the whole flick is out of focus in one way or another. Sometimes things are clear in the middle of the image and the edges are fuzzy. Sometimes the focus goes in and out. Sometimes the background is out of focus, sometimes it's the foreground and sometimes it's the focal point of the shot. Watching this thing is like wearing eyeglasses with the wrong prescription. I'm sure Campion had some point for doing it this way but I don't give two jerks what the reason might be because it wasn't good enough.This movie is also quiet to the point of distraction and so slow that you'll feel like you're watching it on the event horizon of a black hole. Meg Ryan does get naked and there's a bit of fellatio that's more graphic than anything outside The Brown Bunny, but neither will rouse you of the sleepy, weary, apathetic trance you'll fall into after 5 minutes of In The Cut.And don't let Ryan's nudity tempt you. There could be a Sapphic mosh pit in the middle of the movie with Ryan, Jennifer Aniston, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Lauren Graham and Alexis Bledell and this piece of crap still wouldn't be worth renting.