About Last Night…
Based on the Mamet play Sexual Perversity in Chicago, About Last Night… is a ‘raunchy’ ‘romp’ that explores the sex lives of 4 single people in Chicago in the 80s.
Demi Moore is a ‘nice girl’ who is kind of a slut and Elizabeth Perkins is a total cunt, who is also a slut. Demi Moore falls in love with Rob Lowe, they date and move in together and break up (I surmised, I didn’t actually watch the end). I don’t know or care what happens to Elizabeth Perkins. Jim Belushi seems to get laid a lot more than Jim Belushi (famous or not) should.
Here are some other thoughts:
A lot of the dialogue and pacing seemed completely artificial. Like, Belushi’s opening story about some chick he [insert vulgar term of your choice here] lasts through a train ride, a day at work, a night at a bar and a softball game. WTF?
The 80s fashions were scintillating, however. I think I’m going to buy some high tops and start tucking my jeans into them. Then I’ll be as hot as Demi Moore. I found it a little uncanny how much Rob Lowe resembled Ashton Kutcher in this movie and found it amusing to think that they had some torrid affair on the set of this movie and she’s been trying to recapture it for the last 25 years. He is so much hotter now circa West Wing (don’t click that link unless you are in an location suitable for having an instantaneous orgasm due to hotness).
Now, if anything was misogynisitic, it was Elizabeth Perkins’ manhater Laurie. She was the stock character ”castrating, bitter, ice queen who just hasn’t found true love yet” and it was so annoying and insulting. I guess the dichotomy of her and BFF Demi Moore seemed really predictable and obnoxiously polar and unreal. Like David Mamet was like “Ok, so women are either sweet, hot, sluts or bitter, angry semi-dyke-y sluts.”
The sex scenes were also a little schmaltzy for my tastes.
I think I’m glad I didn’t make it to the part with the break up:
Debbie: Bullshit. You don’t know what love is. You’ve gotten everything you have always wanted and now you’re feeling sorry for yourself because there’s something you want and you can’t have it. But you had it! I gave you love. But you asked me to leave and I left.
*That* kind of schmaltz can really get to me.
imdb claims one of the taglines was: Making love was easy…being in love difficult.
Case closed.
“So I’m pumpin’ and she’s moaning, the tape player is making war sounds, every few seconds shes going “red leader to red squadron”, and she goes ‘WAIT A MINUTE’, reaches under the bed and pulls out two 5 gallon jerry cans of gasoline.
She throws the gas all over the place, pulls a zippo out of the flack suit, woosh the room’s in flames, she jumps back in bed and screams NOW! Take me NOW for the love of Christ!
So I think to myself, fuck this shit, 1,2,4, I’m out in the hallway strugglin into my shorts, when out of the stairwell comes a fireman. I’m tellin ya Danny, those fireman make out like bandits.”
In the play, Debbie tells Danny that come tastes like the junior prom.
I can’t tell you how many women I’ve fucked while that movie played in the background, but let’s just say that in almost all the cases, we outplayed the movie and had to hit the “start” button again. I say “almost” because once, I had to hit it twice.