Who?s plotting, and sleeping, with whom? The fun of Wild Things is that here, as in the 1990 Curtis Hanson thriller Bad Influence (or the more recent Bound), the casual acceptance of bisexuality expands the movie formally, multiplying the possibilities for collusion and double cross. The director, John Mc- Naughton, throws in one too many symbolic shots of alligators (they?re predators?get it?), but he achieves a sweat-and-champagne atmosphere that sucks you right in.
Dillon, who still has his baby-faced adolescent creaminess, gives an amusing performance as a sweetheart lady- killer who acts just dim enough to leave you wondering if he?s smarter than he looks. Kevin Bacon, as a wily cop, parades his rotting charm with gusto, and he?s featured in a moment of full-frontal nudity that seems gratuitously daring for a studio thriller. It left me wondering why the film didn?t go further with its bisexual implications?as if such activities are encouraged only when they involve babelicious lesbians. Wild Things isn?t nearly as wild as it pretends to be, but it does prove that a little erotic nastiness always looks good, especially on the most unblemished of stars.
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