Color of Night (1994)
2.5/4
"Color of Night" opens on a disturbingly ill patient who is clearly not happy with her life; she immediately has a gun in her mouth, and just a few minutes after, she jumps out of a skyscraper window from her psychologist's office, who's played by Bruce Willis. His name is Bill Capa, and he's a psychiatrist who is traumatized by the suicide and becomes psychosomatically colorblind to the color red because of the blood puddle on the sidewalk. Deciding to quit it all together and forget all about it, he takes off to Los Angeles, where he coups up with Bob Moore (Scott Bakula, from "Quantum Leap"). Bob has a psychiatry group that he works with weekly. But things become a lot more dangerous and dark when Bob is killed, and Bill takes over the group for his friend. As with, oh, every assorted character mystery/thriller both in film and literature, they're all set up to be a killer in some way. In other words, they get a motive. And just by coincidence one day (and just to add that extra 'R' and 'erotic' into its genre description), Capa gets in an accident with Rose (Jane March) and the two begin seeing each other, even though it's quite obvious to the audience that she's bad news, but he can't see it (no spoilers, because this is that kind of a film).
It is already a violent film just from the first few minutes, and to make it even worse, it becomes plot hole after plot hole complete with some kind of violent scene just like that one. It most certainly confirms its 'R' rating; it's most definitely a 'hard R' as the coin of phrase goes. Most shocking about the film, however, is not the violence or objectionable content in general; but rather, it is not a boring film at all. It was directed by the very talented Richard Rush, capable of making "Color of Night" a hip, stylistic but roughly put together film. He is the light at the end of the tunnel; without him, this film is a true sinking point for all involved. But director Rush almost single handedly earns this film a two and a half rating from me; he's definitely capable of making an interesting environment with a discernible style and interesting ideas, like some inventive shots and visuals. The screenplay provides no favors, though, and is one of the dumbest of this genre, which I like to label the "erotic thriller," essentially meaning that it combines voyeurism with suspense; of course, Hitchcock was the master at this, and "Color of Night" is much like Hitchcock in imitation. But what I'm comparing the film to is movies like "Basic Instinct," "Fatal Attraction" or "Body Double" which are all (tonally) similar. This is one of the more incompetent ones in the genre, though. Every character seems so dumb; not seeing through one another, Bill not seeing or realizing anything... it's quite exhausting. To quote Roger Ebert on the film - "it's just... a zoo!"
Summed it up perfectly, Roger.
What I also didn't like about the film was the stereotypes, which are just crushing. You know 'em: the doctors are just as sick as the patients, and the patients are completely out of their mind. Sometimes, 90's Hollywood needs to realize that people also go to a psychiatrist to sort out a problem they've been having, or to organize a conflict. They aren't always there to cure themselves of severe mental illness. It feels lame. But yet, the doctors are also sick in their own way - oh, please. And even worse are the cliches, like the killer giving a long monologue on why exactly they're the killer, and the hero escaping during the evil monologue. Other ones are that every single character has a substantial flaw that is obvious and in the audience's face, but not in the main character's (in this case, Bill's) face. Willis, in the film, is so off, that I can't even describe it - and the rest of the cast is laughable. It's quite something - and to think of it, this is the film that came directly after "North" that Willis made - and boy, it wasn't looking too good. Good thing he accepted "Pulp Fiction" because that would have been sad if he continued on this route.
"Night" is also infamous for being one of the great bombs of the 90's. It was panned by just about every critic, lost a substantial amount of money for the producer, Andrew Vajna, completely destroyed Richard Rush's directing career, never directed a movie again, and scared Hollywood away from Willis for a little bit. Jane March, his co-star, also never went anywhere. Perhaps if the director's cut, a cause for great turmoil for Willis, Rush and Vajna, was screened in theaters, instead of the theatrical cut, it could have been better. (There was talk during the production of the film if the director's cut should be released, but ultimately, Vajna shut Rush out and gave himself the final cut). But even after I completely slammed the film, I must say, I wasn't bored laughing at it and figuring out what was wrong. It's pure camp, and a notable entry into the not so notable section of the "erotic thriller" that keeps one on the edge of their seat, thanks to Rush, even if they know what's going to happen. I was generous with my rating because I had fun. It's not "Basic Instinct," "Body Double" or "Fatal Attraction," but it's great if you like bad movies.
But even now, "Color of Night" is a disappointment in multiple different categories. The biggest, however, is that the directing style couldn't save the predictable screenplay and camp value associated with this pathetic story. A fascinating bomb, considering the talent that went into it. It didn't quite work, but I think it has some qualities, such as Rush. "Hip" is probably a perfect word to describe Rush's style here, but to describe the other parts of the film (to quote Ebert yet again on the film), I would have to say "stupefying" which is what Ebert went with. Yet again, he summed it up perfectly.
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