The audience's hoot and chortle response was at full throttle at the screening I attended. Release Calendar Top 250 Movies Most Popular Movies Browse Movies by Genre Top Box Office Showtimes & Tickets Movie News India Movie Spotlight. Yet there is a certain level (probably mean-spirited) at which Body of Evidence has a definite campy appeal. Body of Evidence (1992) on IMDb: Movies, TV, Celebs, and more. Starring Madonna, Willem Dafoe, Joe Mantegna, Anne Archer, Julianne Moore, Stan Shaw, Jurgen Prochnow, Frank Langella. You don't even get the sense that a valiant effort is being made on any level and we unquestionably expected director Edel (the German-born director of Last Exit to Brooklyn) to better marshall this unseemly mess. When an elderly millionaire is found dead with cocaine in his system, his will leaves 8 million to Rebecca Carlson (Madonna), who was having an affair with him. Body of Evidence 1993 Directed by Uli Edel. Events bounce back and forth between the courtroom and the bedroom with little change in tone or pace. They all seem bland and flat, emotionally distanced and curiously frumpy. But none of the players here is able to ignite a spark or convince us of their passion. Her lack of film success is ever more intriguing in light of her phenomenal success as a self-invented musical star and smart media chameleon.) Part of the problem in Body of Evidence is that you always have the feeling that Madonna is simply playing Madonna, the tarty sexual libertarian/provocateur who has an existence independent of this movie. None of her later film work has ever matched the freshness and vitality of her debut film role in Desperately Seeking Susan. (Madonna's acting skills have long been a subject of debate. Not just Madonna, but the entire cast of players. Then, to add injury to insult, you have performances here that are unbelievably flat and uninvolved. Why? First of all, there's this ludicrous script that constantly puts these characters in untenable situations that have no supportable narrative logic or reason for being. The Defense: Exhibit A: Madonna: In 1992 naked Madonna was everywhere. The prosecution is feeling a bit overconfident there and rested their case without mentioning Anne Archer’s performance or the horrifying screenplay. Sizzingly sexy Madonna leads a star-filled cast in this erotic thriller as a woman accused of killing a wealthy, elderly man through her insatiable sexual prowess. Exhibit C: Madonna: Madonna makes bad movies. But never is any of this convincingly a) impulsive, b) compulsive or c) erotic. AKA: body (français), Deadly Evidence, El cuerpo del delito. Yes, there's some handcuffs (a Valentine's Day present) and some sex, lies, and videotapes and masochism convert Dafoe's sexual ravishing in a parking garage on the hood of a car covered with broken glass. But the closest Body of Evidence ever gets to anything that might be termed “hot” is when Madonna drips melting candle wax on her defense attorney/boytoy Dafoe's bare chest. The story's intrinsic narrative flaws might be more readily overlooked if the movie had at least the sizzle of a stylish erotic thriller. You know how sometimes something can be so bad that it's almost good? Well, that's more or less the case here, with stress on the word “less.” Aiming to be this year's Basic Instinct, Body of Evidence never raises a discernible pulse.
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