Four years after a mysterious and ambivolent relationship towards The Grifters I have finally come to see what lies beneath its facade of Cusack and Houston. I don't remember what circumstances compelled me to purchase it, but I did and it had remained idly unwatched in my enormous disc hefter for the past four years; until Friday night.
Pulp. The kind that gags you with unneccessary nomial references in conversation. Let me give you an example of the dialogue:
Roy (John Cusack): Come on in, Lilly. Hi, Lilly.
Lilly (Angelica Houston): Roy. Long time no see
Roy: Eight years Lilly. I'm just making some coffee. Youwant some? Just instant.
Lilly: It'd be nice, Roy.
Roy:Come on,sit down, Lilly.
Lilly: Got a great view, Roy.
Roy: Glad to see ya, Lilly.
The short version: Lilly wanders around a race track, gets a call to do a job in California. She meets up with Roy an ambiguous lover/son? of hers. He obviously hates her. He is seeing Myra (Annette Benning), also a grifter, who wants him as her partner. Things go wrong, people are burned, shot, and jugulars are impaled with broken glass. The end.
The long version: The characters depth goes as far as their names. They are only names on a page. They aren't real people with feelings and motivations. They are badly rendered pulp cutouts. The opening scene is enough to establish Roy as a petty con man and that he lives, more or less, comfortably in an LA apartment. We meet Myra, a tacky, trophy wife-ish demeanor that

I'm pretty sure I told you to buy The Grifters.
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