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| The first 100 minutes here are the kind of quirky art-film torture for which the good lord invented fast-forward. But what a hot climax, when buttoned-up secretary Lee Holloway (Maggie Gyllenhaal) finally gets it on with her lawyer boss E. Edward Grey (James Spader). With such a tight body, it's no surprise Maggie shows herself to be quite the little exhibitionist. Having shed her dowdy Olive Oyl-chic blouses, Lee lounges in a tub, perky breasts in full view, for some erotic sudsing from her employer. Erotic, and hygienic, because Lee has previously peed her pants, which we won't bother getting into. A fresh and clean Lee rises from the tub like Venus in that Botticelli painting (i.e., butt-naked, for those who skipped art class), and then lays back nude for some leisurely, full-frontal, Oscar-worthy cinematography. Finally, she cuddles topless in white panties and white knee socks. Mr. Grey definitely picked the right woman to sharpen his pencil. |
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