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American Gigolo
(1980)
    
Review
An
impertinently sexy Richard Gere slides his way through the first
part of this chic, smooth, half-baked erotica/crime film by Paul
Schrader. The film was groundbreaking in its own right, largely
thanks to the objectifying of the title character, something Gere,
incidentally, is fully comfortable with and revels in. But the
novelty of Schrader's motifs wears off, and he hasn't got any
creative direction to take his film in, other than into very
familiar and ultimately cheesy crime and romance territory. Julian
Kay turns out to be every bit as feeble and unable to tackle his own
existence as any other female counterpart would have been. That may
be Schrader's point, but it feels counter-productive, bordering on
sexist towards both genders. That being said, Richard Gere actually
acts here, it's probably one of his best ever performances. Look
for Hector Elizondo, who steals every scene he's in as an arrogant
detective. The score is by Giorgio Moroder and shares a quality with
the film itself: it's stylish, but repetitive.
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