Secretary
1/4
Starring: James Spader, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Jeremy Davies
Rated R Strong Sexuality, Some Nudity, Depiction of Behavioral Disorders and Language
“Secretary” is one of those annoying indie flicks where the
director is so obsessed with trying to be hip and deep to impress critics that
he forgets why he is making the movie in the first place: to tell a story. The story, a sado-masochistic romance, has
promise, but director Steven Shainberg drains every last bit of life and energy
from the screen.
Lee Holloway (Gyllenhaal) is a young woman who has just been
released from a mental hospital for a suicide attempt (that was really an
episode of self-mutilation gone wrong).
She gets a job with a lawyer named E. Edward Grey (Spader). But their professional relationship ventures
beyond platonic when the sexually sadistic lawyer realizes that his new
secretary is a masochist.
“Secretary” is a bad movie of the worst kind. It’s slow moving, pretentious, and worst of
all, boring. I didn’t care about anyone
in this film, and I certainly couldn’t care less about whether Lee and Edward ended
up together (although, true to Hollywood form, the answer is obvious). Despite director Steven Shainberg’s attempts
to flesh out Lee and Edward, they remain strictly two-dimensional. The energy level isn’t the only problem with
this film. The film is way too long;
whenever Shainberg gets a new idea, he spends five minutes repeating it just to
make sure we get it.
Nothing irritates me more than when a director keeps the
energy level on mute. It serves no
purpose and only hurts the film. There’s
a difference between subtlety and lifelessness, and not only does Shainberg not
know the difference, he doesn’t realize that his film needs energy to work.
The only good thing about this film is Maggie
Gyllenhaal. She gives a delightful,
fully realized portrayal of the mentally ill Lee, but there’s only so much she
can do before the film becomes deadly dull.
James Spader is horrible as Edward.
He speaks so quietly and mumbles everything. Spader can act, which is why I lay the blame
at Shainberg’s feet.
To be fair, Shainberg treats these characters with
dignity. He doesn’t go the Wes Anderson
route and make fun of them. Although
this in no way saves the film, at least we can be thankful for small favors.
It is so ironic that this film is about sado-masochism. This film is made by a sadist and is for
masochists only.
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