With erotic thrillers, the likelihood of astonishment runs parallel to the assurance of knowing precisely what you’ll get: intrigue, infidelity, conspiracy, obsession, doubles, misdirection, insatiable corruption and corrupting insatiability.
To view Body of Evidence through the lens of Camp is to acknowledge the film’s aesthetic merits despite its emotional ineptitude.
Michael Douglas’ erotic thriller roles tangibly combined his loathsome attributes with a recognizable fallibility.
This month on the show, we sit down with Travis Woods—contributing editor & erotic thriller aficionado—to talk through a movie he considers one of the "icons of the genre," the 1993 Sharon Stone/William Baldwin film, Sliver.
The most erotic scene I’ve ever witnessed in a television show takes place in the Reptile House of the Bronx Zoo.
American Gigolo helped create and define Richard Gere as an actor with uniquely chameleon sex appeal. But how?
Piccadilly is an erotic thriller before such terms existed to define it, a film about an eroticism it’s unable to depict.
Money. Power. Add in sex and the entire worldview of Jade can be summed up in a one-dimensional pyramid: Nothing less and, meaningfully, nothing more.
In Crash, sex on-screen becomes just another means of emotional dislocation and of situating the viewer in the emptiness of the present.