9 1/2 Semanas de Amor 2

Another 9 1/2 Weeks (1997)

1/2 (out of 4)

What on Earth were they thinking? John Gray (Mickey Rourke) travels to Paris to try and track down Elizabeth but after learning that she's now married he starts up a relationship with a young fashion designer (Angie Everhart). I think 9 1/2 weeks in hell would be much more pleasant that trying to sit through this film. It has one of the worst reputations in the history of sequels and it's easy to see why. It would be like trying to make a Friday THE 13TH film but instead of violence, gore and Jason you threw in singing, good vibes and Barney the dinosaur. I'm really not sure what the producers were thinking but this here is perhaps the most unerotic erotic movie ever made. They clearly were just wanted to cash in on the notoriety of the first movie and I understand that. I'm fine that they were simply wanting to make money but for the life of me why would they deliver something like this? There's very little sex, little nudity and there's nothing erotic that happens. The majority of the overbearing 105-minute running time features the two stars just going into various clubs and getting in trouble. They flirt, they talk, they talk some more and then they go home to do nothing. Director Anne Goursaud might have been given an impossible task but she didn't help matters any. The pacing of the film is downright horrid, the lack of style just made for an ugly mess and I'm really not sure why she decided to make everything so dark. The entire film just seems like a bad nightmare that you can't wake up from and this includes the two leads. Rourke and Everhart have zero chemistry together and Rourke appears bored out of his mind and wishing he was anywhere but in front of the camera. ANOTHER 9 1/2 WEEKS is a really bad movie on all levels and it's even poor when compared to much of the direct-to-Cinemax trash that was making the rounds during this period.

Let me start with the good points: the movie is on a high quality print, the art direction is lovely, the sets are sumptuous, the exteriors are shot in Paris and the French countryside (how bad can you screw that up)

And that's about it. The entire movie is shot in a corny blue lighting scheme, and most of the sets are also blue. Given the presence of such a beautiful woman, Miss Everhart, and given that she did some rare-for-her topless scenes, some clearer lighting might have been sexier.

Talk about a lack of Chemistry between leads. These two never seem to like each other at any time.

Rourke looks better suited to do a sequel to Angel Heart than 9 1/2 Weeks. He's aging ... gracelessly. He looks like a ventriloquist's dummy that recently had his hair refitted. Despite his physical appearance, Rourke gives it his best shot, and he's pretty effective as a man locked inside himself, tortured by past mistakes and chances never taken. This could have been very effective opposite Kate Blanchett or Emma Thompson or Gwyneth, but just seems to echo unnoticed off Everhart.

Miss Everhart is a presence. Unfortunately, sound developed before color, and there were never any silent color movies, which would have been perfect for her.

She has a magnificent physical aura, at 5'11", with the mane of hair, the supermodel looks, and the ability to fill out a sweater with extraordinary curves. But the girl went to the Royal Kathy Ireland Academy of Dramatic Arts. In terms of depth, she makes Pam Anderson seem like Soren Kirkegaard. She delivers every line with the chirpy intonations of a high school cheerleader. Surely there is more to her than this? What possessed someone to cast her in this role as a successful and powerful career woman?

Well, what else is there to say about a pseudo-arty piece of erotica that isn't erotic? Missing the right leads, and missing any chemistry between them ... what else could redeem the movie? Plot? You want plot? Maybe you should try to re-watch Sleuth instead of renting this movie.

The original 9 1/2 weeks was a fun and sexy film that was full of life. Another 9 1/2 Weeks is almost the exact opposite of the first film and that's why so many fans of the first film were so unhappy with this one. This ain't 9 1/2 Weeks. In this one the character of John is so devastated by the loss of Elizabeth (his lover from the first film) that in the opening moments he places a gun to his head. It doesn't get any happier from there. A few scenes later he looks out his window and sees a once beautiful horse being turned into a dead one. That pretty much describes the state of John and of this sequel. It's a dark dirge of a movie with none of the joy of the first film and that's the whole point. We see John with sexual partners, including a prostitute he tries to pretend is Elizabeth, but there's zero chemistry even with the film's lead actress Angie Everhart. Elizabeth departure has left a void in John's soul and few know the dark places of a man's soul like Mickey Rourke. Just take a look at his performance in Angel Heart if you have any doubts. This time Rourke's face has become so battered from boxing that his appearance fits his character's emotional devastation perfectly and this is underscored by the film's black and blue cinematography. Rourke's John truly seems to be a man who has lost everything as he wanders from the art galleries to the dark alleys of Paris like a ghost searching for some glimpse of redemption. It's not a pretty picture and it's not supposed to be. This is film about pain, loss, and regret. It's a joyless purgatory of a film which works best as a canvas for Rourke's haunting performance as the devastated John. This is not 9 1/2 Weeks. This sequel is bleak, dark, and tragic. That's what I like about it.

This film truly bored me. Roarke looks terrible, Angie Everhart's character went nowhere. The storyline is incomprehensible.

Ice-cold movie that fails to engage the viewer, despite having loads of glamor, which is what RavenGlamDVDCollector is all about, so if I'm not happy about it, something is seriously wrong. To the reviewer who said that Angie Everhart would have been great had it been a silent movie, hell, you summed it up most eloquently! She looks like a thoroughbred racehorse, but fails to emote any real feeling. True, she is a classy- looking leading lady, but comes across as not even lukewarm. Makes me wary of pursuing her other titles.

At the beginning of the movie there is this scene with a fantastically beautiful girl, only credited as 'beautiful blonde' (Philippa Mathews). However, John Gray isn't satisfied by her, and his attention wanders, he is distracted by a neighing cart-horse that seems to have suffered a stroke outside in the street. The police arrive and they administer a lethal injection to put the poor animal out of its misery. This is a metaphor for this entire movie.

Mickey Rourke isn't as bad as one of the reviewers made him out to be. Twelve years later, of course he'd be far less good-looking. Couldn't care much for the character of John Gray though. Movie cried out for Kim Basinger, who was riding the crest of the wave of L.A. CONFIDENTIAL at the time and couldn't be bothered, lucky for her. Or perhaps Adrian Lynne might have been there had Kim been there? Anyway, a decent spark of real interest might have kickstarted this flimsy plot.

Jeesh, those hateful paintings! So Liz is supposed to have painted that dreck? With Vittorio as the model? Yuck! They're worth a few hundred dollars, and that's for the frames. Jeremiah the Bullfrog on a bad day is a much more pleasing sight. Listen, they obviously obtained the rights to plow with other people's horses, but they sure lead them astray. So Kim wasn't available, so Liz is dead?

Stylish people are, I suppose, quite often merely coldly efficient. There is only a reptile heart there, I suppose. Which is what is wrong here. The fashion show fails to be really exciting, it's all so damned cold, it looks good, but really lacks warmth. Glamor with very little sex appeal, or perhaps, sex appeal with no real sexiness? Nothing playful. These observations have been very educational to me. I have pinpointed a coldness in too-fluently-executed perfection. RavenGLAM has learned of a flaw in beauty. Perhaps over- confidence caused this coldness? Perhaps super-cold people hide behind visual excellence? Hell, HELP! This movie is ruining RavenGLAM!

Best thing of the movie: End credit (!!! No I didn't mean it that way!!!) featuring Julienne Taylor. Why Did You Do It? Hauntingly beautiful. Words doesn't really fit in with the theme of the movie, so it is simply played at the end. But wondrously good, a joy to hear.

Very poor sequel. Unsatisfactory. My rating of three is simply influenced by positively rewarding several glamorous scenes, the beauty, the composition, the photography. I cannot allow myself to give it just a one, which it truly doesn't even deserve. For what has been lost here, is big.

In its defense, it hardly belongs on the Top 100 Worst Movies. There are thousands of titles out there that fit that bill. But if you bestow this accolade as a warning to future fools who dare to tread where angels backed off, then I quite understand, and just nod sagely.