Watching Consenting Adults will teach you two essential things about sex thrillers.
1. They need to have some sex in them.
2. The hero can't be, by a country mile, the least interesting character on screen.
Richard and Priscilla Parker (Kevin Klein and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio) are a married couple living in one of those suburban heavens of the early 1990s. Richard composes commercial jingles while Priscilla handles the family finances. They've got a huge house on a cul de sac and a daughter who spends most of her time away at school. Everything seems fine until Eddie and Kay Otis (Kevin Spacey and Rebecca Miller) move in next door. Eddie is a big talking hustler and Kay is a lovely but wistful wannabe lounge singer. The two couples become fast friends until Eddie gets a little too insistent on wanting to do a little wife swapping with Richard.
That ends the relationship, but the story suddenly informs us that Richard and Priscilla aren't the relatively happy couple they've appeared to be so far. We're supposed to accept that they are desperately unhappy and in need of the spark provided by their next door neighbors. That leads Richard to assent to Eddie's idea, and they slip into each other's home one night to have half-asleep sex with the other man's wife without her realizing it. The next day Kay turns up beaten to death with a baseball bat and Richard finds himself framed for the crime. He's thrown into jail, Priscilla leaves him and he's stuck with an irascible lawyer (E. G. Marshall) who thinks he's guilty. Richard gets out on bail, meets an insurance investigator (Forrest Whitaker) who's the only other person to suspect Eddie of misdeeds, and sets out to uncover Eddie's plan and get his family back.
Everything about this movie says it's supposed to be a sex thriller. The title, the DVD cover, the first 30 minutes of the film, they all make you think that. I even remember the TV ads for this movie when it was in theaters and those made you think it was a sex thriller. But aside from three naked butt shots, including a sideways look at Kevin Klein's ass, there is no sex in this movie. In fact, the only genuinely sexy aspect of Consenting Adults is the real estate porn it shows off. There are a lot of great looking homes and property put on display, but if you're looking for any arousal involving human beings you'll be out of luck.
Compounding that weirdly fundamental flaw, Richard Parker is not just the least interesting character in this film; he's one of the least interesting characters in any film I've ever seen. Anyone who's seen him in other work knows Kevin Klein is very talented, but Richard Parker is just a flat block of wood. Every other actor in the story is allowed to inject a little or a lot of personality into their roles, but for some reason the director didn't let Klein do a damn thing with his performance. What makes it worse is that after the murder occurs, Richard becomes the only character the story really focuses on. You cannot build any tension in a thriller if the hero constantly facing danger could get killed and no one in the audience would care.
If the collapse of the housing market has left you anxious for some real estate porn or you'd like to take a gander at Kevin Klein's behind, this is a movie for you. If you're looking for something to excite and thrill you, instead of bore and frustrate you, don't consent to renting Consenting Adults.
1. They need to have some sex in them.
2. The hero can't be, by a country mile, the least interesting character on screen.
Richard and Priscilla Parker (Kevin Klein and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio) are a married couple living in one of those suburban heavens of the early 1990s. Richard composes commercial jingles while Priscilla handles the family finances. They've got a huge house on a cul de sac and a daughter who spends most of her time away at school. Everything seems fine until Eddie and Kay Otis (Kevin Spacey and Rebecca Miller) move in next door. Eddie is a big talking hustler and Kay is a lovely but wistful wannabe lounge singer. The two couples become fast friends until Eddie gets a little too insistent on wanting to do a little wife swapping with Richard.
That ends the relationship, but the story suddenly informs us that Richard and Priscilla aren't the relatively happy couple they've appeared to be so far. We're supposed to accept that they are desperately unhappy and in need of the spark provided by their next door neighbors. That leads Richard to assent to Eddie's idea, and they slip into each other's home one night to have half-asleep sex with the other man's wife without her realizing it. The next day Kay turns up beaten to death with a baseball bat and Richard finds himself framed for the crime. He's thrown into jail, Priscilla leaves him and he's stuck with an irascible lawyer (E. G. Marshall) who thinks he's guilty. Richard gets out on bail, meets an insurance investigator (Forrest Whitaker) who's the only other person to suspect Eddie of misdeeds, and sets out to uncover Eddie's plan and get his family back.
Everything about this movie says it's supposed to be a sex thriller. The title, the DVD cover, the first 30 minutes of the film, they all make you think that. I even remember the TV ads for this movie when it was in theaters and those made you think it was a sex thriller. But aside from three naked butt shots, including a sideways look at Kevin Klein's ass, there is no sex in this movie. In fact, the only genuinely sexy aspect of Consenting Adults is the real estate porn it shows off. There are a lot of great looking homes and property put on display, but if you're looking for any arousal involving human beings you'll be out of luck.
Compounding that weirdly fundamental flaw, Richard Parker is not just the least interesting character in this film; he's one of the least interesting characters in any film I've ever seen. Anyone who's seen him in other work knows Kevin Klein is very talented, but Richard Parker is just a flat block of wood. Every other actor in the story is allowed to inject a little or a lot of personality into their roles, but for some reason the director didn't let Klein do a damn thing with his performance. What makes it worse is that after the murder occurs, Richard becomes the only character the story really focuses on. You cannot build any tension in a thriller if the hero constantly facing danger could get killed and no one in the audience would care.
If the collapse of the housing market has left you anxious for some real estate porn or you'd like to take a gander at Kevin Klein's behind, this is a movie for you. If you're looking for something to excite and thrill you, instead of bore and frustrate you, don't consent to renting Consenting Adults.