Body of Evidence
50 Shades of anti-noir. Sneaks up on you when you are not expecting, wearing a fedora and trenchcoat, talking gruff, then it turns out the femme fatale gets killed by a previous lover, and love prevails.
This is basically a courtroom drama with a film noir attached to it, with an extreme creepy plot.
The femme fatale uses some doctor to murder some rich dude for the will, cutting off the secretary who also fucked him. She hires some hotshot lawyer to defend her, then tricks him into fucking her too, 50 Shades of Grey-style.
Yes, the “hero” rapes the femme fatale, but she still gets gunned down in the end like the whore she is
She liked to dominate the upper echelon of society, that’s her crime. She had already tried this on another guy, but he was a closeted gay. A scandal magnet.
The real danger was the poor dude, the doctor she used. He turned violent and killed her.
At least our “hero” gets back with his wife for no goddamn reason whatsoever, she caught him red-backed, hurt from all the kinky sex. An independently wealthy restaurant owner, cucked by some slutty broad, what shame. Just because the slut uses handcuffs and melted wax, while the official couple does it missionary style? Ridiculous!
The director also did Christiane F., that tracks with this heap of trash.
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