Steel is still a fairly radical film working within the genre confines, and it's almost impossible not to draw (reductive?) parallels between Curtis' beleaguered cop and Bigelow's status as Queen of Action. That shouldn't be a bad thing - this has tons of insight into the way empowered women are demonised and fetishised. The way the machinations gradually become fever dream-esque is hard to square w/ smart politics
Kathryn Bigelow's under-the-rader serial killer film. Curtis gives a fanatstic performance and a rare Clancy Brown role that casts his as the good guy. Slow to get going but the second half is suspenseful as hell!
As a story, it's daft(That scene where Jamie Lee arrests dad, wth?), but as a glossy fever dream, it has a sort of logic--Bigelow plays with performance and expectations from the start--lighting her cop and crook like idols and playing up the violence in an early grocery robbery scene for the audience, only to cut the feet out from under her cop, who expects to be a hero and winds up incompentent, in the next scene
Even though "Near Dark" and "Point Break" are two of my favorite movies of all time, I avoided seeing the movie Bigelow made between them because, well, the trailer made it look like a predictable, gender-flipped take on "Sea of Love." And, more or less, that's what it is. The screenplay really stretches credibility at times but, as with any action picture she does, Bigelow directs the hell out of it.
I love what it could have been, but the entire Eugene Hunt contrivance is utterly unnecessary. Rookie lady cop empowered by a gun should have supplied enough gender politics fodder to fill the entire film on its own. Think gender-flipped line from "Generation Kill": "...if you keep talking to your weapon like it's trim, everybody's gonna know you're a total psycho."
I watched “Blue Steel” a few years after it came out, as a teenager. Like many films that I adored from that era, I figured I’d be disappointed after 25yrs of film theory/viewing, finding what I once thought to be gritty & dark as cheap & sensationalistic.
Not so. Rewatching Blue Steel is one of few films from this era/genre (the other being Abel Ferara’s “King of New York”) that I enjoyed more on revisitation.
There's something about a movie that opens with a shot tracking forward that just immerses me. The direction follows action aerobically and close to the character, a skill Bigelow evidently harnesses. The screenplay is elegantly clipped, but certain parts shorten its trajectory (that dream shot, sex with Clancy Brown [which is actually a plus]). Ron Silver is a bit transfixing and Jamie Lee Curtis knows how to carry.