Trust Steven Soderbergh to make dangerous and thrilling a safely nostalgic TV show. His film, 'The Quiet Room' is an extension into noir of his SEX, LIES AND VIDEOTAPE subject matter, and provides a bridge between it and his later generic forays: the private, sexual space in the public domain; the Genetesque rites of sex and power, one corrupting the other (and vica versa); the malaise of middle-class inadequacy; the ultimate failure of all relationships because of lack of communication (this film begins the father/daughter problematic essayed so hauntingly in THE LIMEY). Brilliantly, painfully funny, the film is more stylistically imaginative than a TV programme has any right to expect.
Review of Fallen Angels
