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FATAL ATTRACTION

 


Today I watched the notorious Fatal Attraction (1987) starring Glenn Close and Michael Douglas. The movie is that same kind of erotic thriller which was quite popular back to the day. In these movies, sex is always the main drive of crime and obviously we have seen so many men and women on screen recreated all the scariest incidents happened by the loss of control of some psychopaths. 

I was one of them.

If you want to know about my past love story, I'm happy to tell and admit that I was a psychopath. I was really mad and out of control. I tortured my ex lover every night and I didn't care about the consequences I would face in the near future. I haunted her like a ghost crying everyday asking for a reconciliation. So pathetic I was.

Watching Fatal Attraction, I felt like I was seeing a bad joke on myself which is so sardonic. I can't believe I did behave the same way as Alex did. I was like out of my mind and made a fool of myself. I totally understand the borderline personality disorder that Alex has. 

But it's funny though to see the reflection of myself on the screen. Glenn Close is a terrific actress, she did it so well, the way she got into the character was so down to earth and I love her performance to the fullest.

Thanks to Glenn Close or Alex, I have finally gathered myself together and chosen a different path from her. At the end of the day, there's another thing I consider the most important to myself compared to that little affair I had with somebody. 

However I don't like the ending. I'm not sure what the movie is about since it lacks something profound. The psychological process of Michael Douglas's character is superficially developed while he is supposed to be the hero of the movie but he acts and thinks like a bastard. 

There is one problem hovering around my mind related to the death of Alex. Everything would have been so much better for her if somebody had taken her case seriously instead of calling her a crazy bitch.  

She needs a mental treatment, not a man constantly inflicted harm upon her or a gunshot right into the chest. 

Do crazy people deserve to die? 

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