Eye For Film >> Movies >> Wild Chillies (2003) Film Review
Reviewed by: Angus Wolfe Murray
Late at night a janitor makes his rounds, except this janitor is tall, young and handsome - depending on your taste.
Down in what appears to be the belly of the building a mysterious woman - what other kind are there in MusicVideoLand? - sits with her back to the camera, legs dangling over the rim of a swimming pool, toes dipping into black water.
The mood is of sexual arousal and that thing they talk about in books, but never seems to happen in real life - mad passionate thong-ripping oo-las with a complete stranger.
Writer/director Will Andrews teases the concept, allowing Deadly Avenger's music to lap around your thighs. It is extremely dark, as if shadows have encrouched to hide the emotion on the faces of the foreplayers.
The woman is the leader, the janitor too mesmerised by his good luck. She comes onto him. He waits. They circle without a word, without a sound. She pushes him in. SPLASH!
As a music video, this has sensuous vibes, based on desire rather than fulfillment. The acting slides by like a whisper.
Is there anybody there? Can someone please turn up the lights?Reviewed on: 27 Nov 2003