Following the release of Fatal Attraction, I wonder if the rate of affairs and one-night stands went down in the United States.It would certainly scare the shit out of me.
As much as men are dicks, there is an equal reaction: Women can be batshit crazy.
It's unfair to categorize all women like this, but it's equally unfair to assume that all men are assholes just looking to get laid. This isn't altogether untrue, but it's less false, I guess. I would assume that feminists hated this film because it subjugated the successful, single career woman (Glenn Close) as not only psychotic, but driven only by having a family and seemingly dependant on this piece of shit man.
Fatal Attraction is also relevant because it's one of only a handful of films that can be defined by one scene ... and that scene can be summarized in two words.
This film has the "rabbit" scene. It defines the film. Even if you haven't seen Fatal Attraction you could enter into a discussion of it at a party and say, "How crazy was that 'rabbit scene!' Huh!?"
It's like the butter scene in Last Tango in Paris.
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