One of jamie lee curtis's best roles......psychological police thriller
Jamie lee Curtis plays Megan Turner, a police officer who loses her
revolver to a psychotic police groupie played by JOEL SILVER. Silver,
a businessman who becomes obsessed with the character played by Curtis and
runs around the city using her pistol to kill people. Clancy Brown takes a
turn playing a good guy who helps Turner on the case. Of note, is browns
role as the good guy with the hard edge, he is renowned for playing
villains....however, does a great job as a protagonist instead of
antagonist. BLUE STEEL is about a killer who mixes sex with a guns fetish
and it turns deadly. I would love to see Jamie lee Curtis in more roles
this and perhaps a sequel....where shes a detective. I like this action
because the main character is a woman. A GOOD action film with a woman in
the lead has several virtues....one of which is the woman isn't cowering
the corner waiting for the big handsome good guy (keanu) to come save her.
Another is I get sick of watching two hour movies with guys like
STALLONE...no offense to male action actors, a woman in a role that is
similar is much more pleasing to the eye. Curtis plays her role well in
movie. her character starts off a little naive, but by the end of the film
has learned something....the nature of stalking and how guys like SILVER
operate. Great thriller. Rent it..
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My wife likes this Curtis classic.
Beautiful women CAN be cops!! No, Really!!
This comment definitely contains spoilers.
Has Hollywood ever known what to do with Jamie Lee Curtis, whose
calling card seems to be making unwatchable movies watchable? Blue
Steel might reveal the answer: no.
Everything happens between the opening sequence and the titles that
follow. You can turn off the movie after that, unless you want to skip
to the furtive sex scene between Megan and Nick (zzzz, snore).
Too bad Ron Silver's absurd Nebauchadnezzar imitation is completely
non-credible, even as a late 80s yuppie skank. Too bad they have to go
out of their way to reassure us that the rather androgynous Megan
sleeps with guys by having her fall in love with the same
stalker-sociopath who will eventually rape her, and inadvisedly (if
predictably) bedding her gap-toothed boss. Too bad males are still
instructed to be intimidated by the very ideal of female equality that
excites them. But then, that would be the appeal of Jamie Lee Curtis in
the first place, right?
Reams have been written on the feminist, misogynist or post-feminist
implications of Blue Steel: the vulnerable naive (i.e. innocent) female
with "father" and "poor judgment" issues; the self-realized, Laurie
Strode post-victim, no longer hampered by incompetent adult and
authority figures, etc.
But those analyses almost purposely seem to avoid the blindingly
obvious, even as betrayed by the film: Megan in her snappy uniform is,
well..."dapper", and Megan knows it, and smiles at it. Why else to keep
the strut sequence with the punk chicks giving her the once over and
vice-versa, or the black socks and patent leather oxfords montaged in
with that showstopping bust line being buttoned up into a shirt and
tie. Megan can barely relate to her "best friend's" brainless,
conventional lifestyle, and is unable to tell the supposed "best
friend" matters of life and death. Not so distant film history seems
lost on these analyses; other female cop movies, most notably 70s films
starring Pam Grier (Sheba, Baby) Teresa Graves (Christie Love), Tamara
Dobson (Cleopatra Jones), and Angie Dickinson (Police Woman) opened the
door for something like Blue Steel.
Updating the genre, Blue Steel addresses the troublesome idea of a
female with a hard-on ("blue steel" being a colloquialism for
"erection"), without caricature or camp those 70s movies counted on to
get produced and watched, and also with masculine clothes on some of
Hollywood's most notable curves. It is through the "Jamie Lee Curtis"
star persona that Blue Steel is able to even broach the topic of "is
Megan, or isn't she" and resolve it with a decidedly Hollywood ending.
Megan even consciously cross dresses on the way to the climax.
In 1989-90, this, I suppose, was "progress". (shrug) So be it...all I
can say is, thank heaven it's 2005.
Though this is not an enjoyable film, it might get you to thinking,
even when you'd prefer to write it off as over stylized Hollywood
crapola. I can't tell if that's a good thing or not; perhaps that in
itself is one merit of Blue Steel. 6/10..