Engrossing and terrifically sexy, this perfect thriller combines star power, a deep cast, and a plot worthy of Hitchcock to create a movie that never goes out of style.
Classic Pacino for sure, but Ellen Barkin peaks in this movie as a blonde ultra minx: skintight skirts and jeans wrapped around her high and mighty ass, over-the-top big hair, all-night libido and that crooked grin – heart melting – she so famously sports. Shot during her tumultuous marriage to Gabriel Byrne, Sea of Love came a couple of years after she torched the screen with future hubby Byrne in Siesta and with Dennis Quaid in The Big Easy, a three year run of femme fatality as sultry as any in film history.
She’s at her feline best here. Strutting around Al’s apartment, wrapping her bare body across his back and then sliding around his waist, she makes future cougars like Samantha from Sex and the City look positively demure. A fantasy MILF, she fucks all night, once more in the morning, returns home to be a Mom all day, then puts on the heels and lingerie to do it again the next night.
Oh, yeah, Pacino is stellar as well. Perhaps this isn’t one of his signature roles, but then Michael Corleone and Frank Serpico tend to force every other role – even great ones like this – into the back seat.
John Goodman positively tickles as the other half of Pacino’s “two man task force,” smirking his way through in very entertaining fashion.
Several terrific character actors spice up the proceedings.
The movie captures NY and the late 80s both: thin ties, big hair, shoulder pads, the new phenomena of personal ads, all just before cell phones made phone booths obsolete. Plus it’s studded with great scenes.
This movie defines the term erotic thriller. Sea of love, indeed.
Great thriller plot, which is to say circumstantially unlikely but dramatically unrelenting. As for bioreality, could these guys drink as heavily as they did and still function? A bit hard to swallow, so to speak.