". . . satisfied," complains well-to-do businesswoman married mom of two Zoe to her cut-rate shrink, Dr. Spencer, in the opening scene of ADDICTED. Zoe is describing the state of her marriage to an apparently hot architect BEFORE she explores the Latin side of the sheets with her art management company's latest client. As Lucille Ball once said, "Once you've had Spanish, all the other guys vanish." Or so they would for any normal woman, but Zoe has a mysterious scar on her arm indicating that she's been initiated into the realm of EYES WIDE SHUT sex club perversion. Early on this movie devolves into a poorly done Telenovela, with TV line deliveries, production design, shot blocking, and melodramatic, disease-of-the-night plotting. The only difference might be a smidgen more English dialog than usual. And what is it with Dr. Spencer, charging just a hundred bucks an hour for her services in a tony Atlanta psychiatric office. Since she's not exploring Zoe's brain "Pro Bono," WHY is she charging 1950s rates? Explain that, if you can.
Review of Addicted
Addicted
(I) (2014)
"We do it two or three times a day and I'm still not . . . "
14 October 2014
Warning: Spoilers