Well, the movie’s score is memorable. And we have a macho Kurt Russell constantly sparking up fags and yuppie James Spader doing a bit of bumbling. And that androgynous person from The Crying Game (1992). And the sheer comedy that is Roger Ebert’s review. Oh, he hated this movie and I can understand why.
Stargate (1994) is certainly stupid, oh aye. Really, really stupid.
It’s so stupid I recommend it.
What a wee hunk James Spader is in this. Was he the definitive representation in human form of the peak Yuppie era? Spader is almost homeless in the sordid story yet defines that breed. If you ever needed utter sleaze he was your go-to lad. And what an unbelievably annoying little cunt he is here! His purpose is to wind the couple up, expose the facade. And they are manky things aside from the lassie from Four Weddings (1994).
Why do Americans in these films always have deep conversations in coffee shops? I sit in them and want to string myself up, such is the nausea of the establishments.
To summarise, your reviewer felt rather uncomfortable and icky viewing this brilliant movie. I suppose that was the point.
And the psychiatrist at the start is the one who asks Hannibal some rudimentary questions before the doctor brings up stiffening nipples:
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 