This movie takes an approach I prefer for remakes... and botches it. It's desirable to rework a movie if you remake it. There's no point in re-executing a movie without finding something personal or new in it. And so it does. Unfortunately some vapid production design and odd inclusions (incest, an obsession with breasts, explicit effects) add nothing to the charm of the wonderfully schlocky and more effective original.
Paul Schrader's version of Cat People is unfathomably formless. Stiff actors portray stiff, dull characters. And casting Malcolm MacDowell as a sexually active human being is just a huge turn-off. As bad as this is, it's still better than some late Schrader films which should show some development by now (Auto-focus? ...geez!). Paul Schrader exorcising his sexual demons again, and studios left to market it; "...um, Let's call it an 'erotic fantasy.'" Only if you have some secret wish to bone your homely brother. Exactly no one watches the original and thinks "This would be so much better if it had incest." Paul Schrader wouldn't know 'erotic' if his psychotherapist seduced him while he yammered on about his guilt complex.
You'll remember some good roars if you have a set of decent speakers.
Paul Schrader's version of Cat People is unfathomably formless. Stiff actors portray stiff, dull characters. And casting Malcolm MacDowell as a sexually active human being is just a huge turn-off. As bad as this is, it's still better than some late Schrader films which should show some development by now (Auto-focus? ...geez!). Paul Schrader exorcising his sexual demons again, and studios left to market it; "...um, Let's call it an 'erotic fantasy.'" Only if you have some secret wish to bone your homely brother. Exactly no one watches the original and thinks "This would be so much better if it had incest." Paul Schrader wouldn't know 'erotic' if his psychotherapist seduced him while he yammered on about his guilt complex.
You'll remember some good roars if you have a set of decent speakers.