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| REVIEWS | BY ANTONIA QUIRKE |
 In the Cut |
Based on Susanna Moore’s best-selling thriller, there’s also a murder in here somewhere, and a serial killer at large in Ryan’s New York neighbourhood. But who cares for that? Jane Campion has already made two films to give life to her fantasy man. The Piano and Holy Smoke starred Harvey Keitel as an enormously erotic odd-ball, loving and loving the frocks off both Holly Hunter and Kate Winslet. You get the feeling Campion would like to have cast him as the detective in In The Cut, but that would have made Keitel too obviously her Sex Muse, and Hollywood doesn’t like it when women do that. Ruffalo is kind of acting Harvey Keitel – the combination of innocence and graceful strength. His boldness with his body. The way he can look crushed, and still be sexy. In The Cut really comes alive in the scenes when Ryan and Ruffalo are locked in an embrace. At one point, Ryan kisses him so fiercly, her hands glued to his cheeks, that her face seems burrowed in his and she almost loses her balance. She is quite literally kissing his head off. I’ve never seen Ryan so committed. Actually, she’s lovely here. Impassive, depressed, needy. Her slim feet inside sensible sandals. As never seen before, and all that. |
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