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Power Play: Strangers On A Train vs. The Wasp

Two movies about manipulation and unintended consequences — it’s Strangers On A Train vs. The Wasp.

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Every episode of Tasteless, I take a critically acclaimed film and compare it to one that shares the same themes but didn't get the attention it deserves — and explain why that second movie is my pick. This week: two movies about manipulation and unintended consequences. It's Strangers on a Train versus The Wasp. I've been doing a lot of modern movies lately and it's really exciting to still find new movies to love. Part of the impetus of this show was looking at all these movies we consider the best of all time and how weighted it is to the past — it's really hard for us to think of a new movie as the best. We have whatever the opposite of recency bias is. So today we fight for the newer film.

A note: this is a spoilery one. I really want you to watch The Wasp before you read this. I talk about some of the twists a little more vaguely, but I still recommend just watching it first. Unless you're someone who loves to know secrets before you watch a film — like people who read the entire IMDB synopsis for a horror movie, which I've done. Strangers on a Train, however, is decades old, so I'm spoilering the crap out of it.

Strangers On A Train

A psychopath tries to forcibly persuade a tennis star to agree to his theory that two strangers can get away with murder by submitting to his plan to kill the other's most-hated person.

This movie came out in 1951. It has a 98% on Rotten Tomatoes. Nominated for one Oscar, Best Cinematography for Robert Burks.

Much like the film Gaslight, I had heard of this concept, this conceit, long before I ever saw the movie. I'll do one murder and you do the other — it gave me certain expectations for the film that were mostly incorrect, which I like because it meant the film was still surprising. I don't think you can ever have a bad time watching an Alfred Hitchcock movie, even though the man himself seems insufferable. And this movie made me really want to read Patricia Highsmith's original book because I'm very curious what she did differently, especially coming from a female writer versus this dude.

Speaking of dudes, our protagonist is named Guy. Yeah, his parents were like, what are we gonna call this little guy? Uh-huh, like that's it, we're done. Put it on the certificate. Farley Granger is the actor who plays Guy. He's also in Hitchcock's Rope. When you go to IMDB, there's this column where it tells you what lists an actor has been added to — these are user-created lists. And I saw Farley Granger was on somebody's list called "Queer Peeps." So good for him. That's how I discovered he's a queer peep. He was a hottie, by the way. Usually in these black and white movies I can't tell any of the guys apart, but this guy is very boyishly handsome in a way that plays well with his naïveté throughout the film.

It's interesting to look at this knowing he was queer, because his role is kind of the one that would usually be a female character. He's very much led around by this weird, semi-powerful guy. And then you look around like, well, is it because he was gay?

Robert Walker plays Bruno, the weirdo who's like, hey, I bet two people can murder each other's most hated person. If I kill the person you hate and you kill the person I hate, why would I have any reason to kill your person? I'm not connected to them. So when they're looking for suspects — I bet it was the husband, I bet it was the father — they're not going to look at some guy from the train. Which is not a bad idea.

Bruno — ugh, he's such a creep in a great way. Sort of smarmy, seems cool on the surface, wins people over with a big gag or laugh, then acts sinister and you're like, wait, I thought this guy was cool. And I like that this man being creeped on by another man — that Bruno approaches Guy and takes up his time on the train and Guy is too polite to send him away. It's a specific sort of creepiness that women know is really hard to call out because he's not doing anything wrong. It's just annoying. Like a guy asking you to take out your headphones to talk to you. Obviously the social cues are all saying I don't want to be talking to you, but it's not illegal for you to talk to me anyway.

Bruno is the sort of delicious, weirdly evil role that can set an actor up for life. But unfortunately Robert Walker died not long after this film at only 32. He had a tragic past with alcohol and was allergic to one of the medications they put him on. But this performance is just so iconic. He revels in being this almost clownish figure, super exaggerated in his choices, but still with a winning enough smile that he can be a part of society. And I love when he pops a kid's balloon. Don't let your kid run up to a man in a suit. That guy's got a hat on, don't let your kid go over there.

Now there's an undercurrent of homosexuality to Bruno's characterization as well — his overly flirtatious nature with his mother, how uncomfortable he makes Guy as though they shared an illicit evening instead of Bruno just being like any person on the subway who starts yelling things at you. Everyone seems oddly bewitched by Bruno, including Guy, despite knowing who he is. No one wants to turn against him. And when I say Bruno's characterization is homosexual and then list all these weird things about him, I mean in terms of the 50s — that they're coding this guy for you to see him and think, ooh, a gay guy. That's purposeful. There are elements of that which are obviously frustrating, but there are also elements of this queer subtext that I really like.

Guy's girlfriend Anne, played by Ruth Roman — she is ride or die for Guy. The person Guy wants dead is his wife, because he has a wife and a girlfriend. Bruno's like, I'll kill your wife, you kill my dad. And Guy's like, no thank you sir. So he's cheating on his wife with Anne. Their relationship isn't this passionate love affair — it's really practical. They enjoy spending time together. They're almost bro-y. I love this moment when she finds out Miriam is dead and obviously the assumption is Guy must have done it. She's like, Guy, did you murder your wife? He's like, no, of course I didn't. And she goes, okay. Very much on his side. Like, sounds like you're in a pickle, I got you.

Guy is also not good at plans. He is given a map because Bruno's like, go kill my dad. It's an arrow pointing from the front door down a hall into the third door on the right. And Guy breaks into the house in the dead of night and looks at this map 15 times. You shouldn't need to double-check the map to go down one hall. This isn't the manor from Clue. Memorize it and eat the paper, stupid.

No one is that mad Miriam is dead. No one seemed to like her. When the wife gets killed, everybody's like, yikes, I hope Guy doesn't get in trouble. His wife's dead, sucks.

I was intrigued by the fact that Guy is a tennis player and his tennis rackets in the 50s — they seemed very thin. They looked like badminton rackets. Have we been getting thicker in our tennis rackets and why? Has our tennis technology gotten more complicated?

Patricia Hitchcock plays Anne's nerd sister, who was like the original murderino — I would love to know about a strangling, how sexy! I respect that apparently she didn't get favoritism on set. The cast said Alfred treated her just like everybody. But she did get the role and she did get to direct her dad in his cameo, so that's a little favoritism. I don't think if it was a random actress, Alfred would be like, you know what? I think the woman playing the protagonist's side piece's sister should direct my scene.

I was trying to get more context on this film because obviously it's been studied and Hitchcock is always so innovative. So I searched on my podcast app for "Strangers on a Train" because I like to listen to other movie podcasts talking about the stuff I don't hit. When you search for Strangers on a Train, it's just a bunch of audio porn of that scenario where two strangers on a train bone. So there's a lot of that out there. I would recommend watching the movie first. It's on Tubi. It's fine. It's a good time.

The Wasp

Follows Heather and Carla, who meet after having not spoken in years. Heather is about to present a very unexpected proposition that could change their lives forever.

This movie came out in 2024. It has a 75% on Rotten Tomatoes. It is a good time.

I personally love a movie based on a play, especially when the original playwright is the one that adapts it to the screen. Morgan Lloyd Malcolm's dialogue is incredibly slick. She writes in the way people talk, but it's elevated — there's a cleverness that doesn't take you out of the world. It's not things you only find on a page and not in real life, but it is a step above just day-to-day conversation. I saw there's a paperback of the play available online. I'll have to snag it because I'm very curious how she wrote the original piece.

Everything is layered and also leaves room for the actors to deliver things with a little bit of extra charge. It's so fully realized, but also very contained. It's a perfect story — the structure of it is just fantastic. I've seen the film twice now. The first time I really liked it. The second time, knowing how it goes, is like a completely different experience — enjoyable in a new way, seeing which dominoes are being set up before you watch them get knocked down.

A couple of exchanges caught my ear. Naomi Harris plays Heather, and she's asked Carla, played by Natalie Dormer, to meet her to discuss something. She says to Carla, you haven't changed a bit. Carla says, you have. And there's some back and forth and Heather's like, God, I hope so, sort of nervously laughing. She would never want to be who she was — despite it being exactly what she just accused Carla of. It's this comment that seems nice, but it becomes suddenly less kind when you realize how important it is to Heather that she herself has changed. There are a lot of little moments like that where someone says something one way and it's not that they mean to be deceptive — it's as though they kind of out themselves.

Later, when the two are discussing that Heather cannot get pregnant, Carla says super bluntly: ain't sex working? Me saying "ain't sex working" and hitting the G really hard does not sound as good as it sounds in British. But in British, it's very funny. Carla deflects not just with attitude but with sarcasm, with humor. But it's not a laugh-out-loud line because Heather doesn't think it's funny. The movie gets really dark but it's still very funny — great dark comedy. It works on both levels because it's always riding this line. It's clever but it's not winking at you.

Naomi Harris was nominated for an Oscar for Moonlight and is just superb. I really loved her as Moneypenny in the Daniel Craig Bond films. There's something cool about her — collected — but in this film you also buy into her as the wilting flower, the kid who was led around by the nose by Carla, who can now finally stand up for herself but is cautious about it. She definitely has more of the straight-man role. She's holding it together and she pulled off a plot where you need to believe in her to believe in this film. And you do.

She's emotional but not overly so. Contained but with this roiling beneath her skin. The consummate host who just so happens to keep Carla at her home against her will. You need to believe she is both intimidated by Carla and that she can hold her own here. An element I really enjoyed is how her husband is betraying her — their marriage is going down the tubes — but it's so clear that this betrayal by her friend stings so much more. She's held on to it. And even before you find out the betrayal is much worse than anything you could have imagined, it still feels right. Of course this friendship dissolving is what hangs over her more than this marriage. It doesn't feel out of place that she holds a grudge all these years later.

She has to deliver several incredibly emotional monologues to a mostly unresponsive Carla, and they are still so powerful because you feel the catharsis of her saying what she needs to say.

There's an amazing moment where the two are discussing this Strangers on a Train-esque plot — this is the element that made me think of comparing them — and Carla's saying, okay, I'll stage a robbery, I'll take a few things, make it look real before killing your husband. And Naomi's like, whoa, whoa, whoa — don't take any of my good stuff. I'll lay some stuff out that you can take. You're having your husband killed but you don't want your stuff stolen. That control throughout, even when she's asked Carla to take over committing her crime, she needs things to go just right. It tells you so much about who she is.

Natalie Dormer's Carla is a perfect foil. She leads with her gut and not her mind — quite a turn from the role most know her as, Margaery Tyrell in Game of Thrones. Carla is very instinctual. She's trying to survive, and with that comes a need to pivot, to not plan, to live life day by day and hope to overcome dire circumstances. Natalie's disaffected looks, her ability to layer that with something more human beneath the surface, make Carla very compelling.

I understand Heather's rage. But I also understand how trapped Carla has felt her entire life, how she did the things she did to feel power, how she wanted to exert control and knew nothing else, no other way to do it. Natalie Dormer has to spend a lot of this film acting without words, just with looks — not even with her mouth — and she excels. She holds herself like a bully until she realizes her usual tactics won't work. This character has a specific toolkit for dealing with problems, but Heather shuts off her emotions, doesn't allow herself to respond to Carla the way she might have as a child.

Carla thinks she has the upper hand and can go along with Heather's games for now. She can get her money and go back to her life. Little does she know she'll be reaping what she sowed. She's so used to bad things happening to her — it's more a fact of life than a consequence of her own actions. Which makes Heather's eventual punishment all the more fitting.

Guillem Morales is the director and he makes this film feel both big and small — retaining the intimacy of a play while expanding the edges of the world, showcasing the wall of framed bugs in Heather's house, following the wasps that plague her. He often frames the women in such a way that it feels like we're intruding on their conversation rather than that their conversation is being had for the viewer. Watch The Wasp. It's not currently streaming anywhere free, but it's well worth a rental. Spend a few bucks, don't be cheap.

Shared Themes

Strangers on a Train and The Wasp are both fascinating cat-and-mouse stories of manipulation and power. One character is almost always lording power over another, especially between our two leads. We have someone preying on the lowest moment of someone else — the perfect time to try to get power.

In Strangers on a Train, Bruno has read all about Guy. He realized Guy is in a tough spot — the papers are gossiping about how he's stepping out on his wife. Bruno knows this problem and offers a solution. He's not approaching a true stranger because he knows there would be a reason for Guy to want someone dead. Bruno takes Guy's sort of vague chitchat as an agreement and heads off to strangle a lady, his favorite pastime.

I honestly don't even think he cared about having his father dead. He wanted to hold power over someone else's future, over their life. Even better than the killing, he gets to lurk around Guy and threaten him and demand he do as he asks. When he pops up out of his dad's bed — I got you, Guy! He put on a little tux to do it. He could have killed his dad for sure, but no, he wants to play with Guy. He wants to have Guy's life in his hands. I could go frame you right now. He loves that.

Having a secret from someone is so powerful. Bruno knows he has strangled people with his hands and these little ladies at the party are like, he's just joking around. Miriam is manipulating Guy too — yeah, I'm never divorcing you, idiot, I'm going to the fair with a couple of hunks. She knows he can't do anything about it. Or she thinks he can't.

In The Wasp, our characters have a history and we see how the power balance between them has changed — how each woman still seeks power in their interactions even as adults. Natalie Dormer's Carla acts disaffected in a bid to separate herself from the emotions brought up by her past. After a difficult childhood, she walled herself off to survive, and I don't blame her for that. But that is, in and of itself, a power play. In any interaction, it's a way to control a situation.

As a child, she was a bully. She led the other girls around and made fun of her friend Heather. Heather was an easy target — she was new, she was quiet. Going after the weak to set yourself up as the alpha is a classic power move. But in the present day, Heather holds power in different ways. She has money. She has information. She knows, much like Bruno knew about Guy, that Carla is in a very vulnerable position. Carla's husband has gambled their money away, they have another kid on the way, she needs money more than she might have at another time.

To truly manipulate, you need to really understand someone. Heather understands Carla in a way that Carla doesn't even understand herself. She leaves nothing to chance.

As much as Bruno is manipulating Guy, he does not know Guy as well as he thinks he does. He knows Guy is at heart a good guy. His name can't be Guy. But Bruno doesn't really care in the same way. He doesn't have the stakes attached to it that Carla and Heather do.

Both films address unintended consequence and moral ambiguity. I love these gray-area films that delve into what personal responsibility we have when things spiral out of our control, away from our expectations.

In Strangers on a Train, Guy never agrees to Bruno's plot, but he kind of considers it for a moment. And I can't even blame him for that. What I can blame him for is then not telling anyone. He's so worried about himself — he won't go to the cops. He's like, I'm worried about my girlfriend's dad, the senator, it could be embarrassing. Sure. But him entertaining this weird man, talking about Miriam at all, it does have the consequences of her death. I'm not saying he made it happen or deserved it, but it's a good look at how such a small interaction can lead to a wild outcome. Guy is ultimately much more worried about himself than about Miriam's death or getting justice. Imagine her poor family.

It seems like the book was much more ambiguous on morality — Guy did kill Bruno's father — and I wish that was still an element here. It's quite a different story without that. Guy in this film is very much painted as the hero. But I really enjoy that it seems like Guy and Anne grow closer when they're both trying to figure out how to stop Bruno together. Which is also probably helped by Miriam being dead, poor Miriam.

In The Wasp — boy. Carla made some horrible, abusive choices as a child. She never thought they would come back to haunt her. And honestly, she probably did not think they would haunt Heather in the way that they did. Her behavior led Heather to be unable to have children. Whether that was for physical or mental reasons, it doesn't matter — it was how Heather's body responded to the trauma.

Even if Carla didn't mean for it to happen, isn't she a monster for what she did? No, I don't think so. It's tough. This is very gray and the story treats it as such. Carla is given time to say her piece. She talks about the abuse she suffered. No one helped her. That does not excuse what she did, but she leads with violence now as she has throughout her life because it's a consequence of how she was raised. And Heather continues her pattern of mostly passive behavior — she lets things play out with the knowledge that she has set up the situation in such a way that Carla will fall to the consequences of her own actions. Heather accepts the consequences of these choices as well.

What I really appreciate is that we don't know the genesis of the animosity between the two until almost the end. The film slow-plays it. To go back and watch with that new information gives you a totally different viewing experience that is just as entrancing as watching it blind.

And I love the grayness of this thing. I cannot handle animals being killed in films. There's a scene with a pigeon. The pigeon is injured and the kind thing to do is put it out of its misery. But that's still taking action — trolley problem style. You're still ending a life even if it's for a greater good. We see everyone expect Carla, the bully, the tough one, to kill this pigeon because of who they think she is. And we see how after she does, she's left alone. She did a hard thing and everyone abandoned her for it.

But there's such depth to this. It's not cheating the character. It's showing a real moment that has stuck with both these women for very different reasons. To see how Carla remembers this thing that Heather has pointed to as proof that Carla's a bad seed — and Carla remembers it so differently, how alone she was. It's played so well. You see these characters' essences distilled in a fully different way than had been previously presented.

What The Wasp Does Better

What is so enticing about The Wasp is that the characters are on much more equal footing throughout — until the rug is pulled out from under the viewer and from Natalie Dormer as Carla. It makes the film more tense and thrilling, whereas Strangers on a Train, despite its clever construction and innovative camera work and just the cool idea of let's kill each other's people, is a much more straightforward story. You know what's going to happen.

In Strangers on a Train, we know Bruno's a freak, we know he's killed Miriam, we know Guy is worried about getting in trouble. There aren't surprises except ones that don't have bearing on how we view the story. When Bruno pops up out of his dad's bed to surprise Guy, it's a fun twist, but it doesn't affect how we view Guy or Bruno. When Bruno stalks and kills Miriam — we've watched him stalk her for ages. When he reveals he's willing to drop the lighter to frame Guy — unsurprising, he sucks. His goal is chaos, and maybe for his dad to be dead, but more so chaos.

There's not push and pull so much as push, push, push from Bruno while Guy wrings his hands. The carousel fight scene is thrilling because it's action-packed, but I was more worried for the 200-year-old man who climbed under the carousel than for Guy or for any of the children riding the horses. I just knew nothing would happen.

In The Wasp, you are on uneven ground throughout the entire film. When you first see these women reunite, Naomi Harris is a little shady as Heather — a bit odd, but perfectly presented as this upper-crusty beaten-down wife. Natalie Dormer's Carla is standoffish and clearly doesn't make the best choices but is more of a fun time. Preconceived notions of these two women work in the film's favor. It keeps the viewer guessing. You wonder how the two were ever friends. Flashbacks show a highly unbalanced relationship reminiscent of a Regina George and Cady Heron.

And I wonder how men react to this because I see that flashback as a woman and so fully understand how they're friends. Like, of course. Of course they were friends.

What's impressive is nothing ever feels out of character. Nothing feels done for the sake of story rather than character. These are living, breathing people dealing with their own lives and traumas in different ways, and they've hurt each other in doing so. They're so intertwined — and they don't have to be. There was a world in which they never saw each other again.

Something that bummed me out about Strangers on a Train — it's so straightforward in many ways, and it's that clear villain-and-hero path that makes the film less compelling for me than The Wasp, where we see two women who are each the villain of the other's story. And neither is wrong in that belief.

In Strangers on a Train, you are never in any doubt of what Bruno is willing to do to amuse himself, and that Guy's morality will generally win out. If someone sides with Bruno watching this — there you go, he's wrong, he's the bad guy, there's nothing to save, nothing to redeem. And Guy is so moral to a fault — I hate that they changed it from the book, that he was capable of murder in the book and he isn't in the film. Even his cheating is hand-waved away. You can't get in a paddleboat with two men in the 50s.

The Wasp has no definitive villain. It speaks to what's inside all of us. What can happen with a few wrong turns in life that might not even be turns we took on purpose. And it explores what can happen when you feel wronged.

Natalie Dormer's Carla looks at Heather and sees someone who got everything she could never have — a loving family growing up, a beautiful house as an adult, a husband, free time. Naomi Harris's Heather sees Carla as someone who took from her, someone who felt strong, someone who did what they wanted while she waited around. Someone who can easily grow her family while Heather feels barren and alone. Carla has freedom, in her mind, that she doesn't have. And vice versa.

I think neither of these women won, if we're thinking of it as Batman vs. Superman. But because they're so fully realized, I could have seen a few different endings and I wouldn't have been disappointed — because the payoff for the characters is there throughout. They're complicated women. Neither has the moral high ground. Both see the world only through their perspective. And it's an impressive feat to have the viewer see both sides.

The ending as it is, is pretty perfect. It's handled really well. It could have gone a few different ways and I wouldn't have been like, no, because I was so on this ride with them that whatever these women chose to do, I'm on board.

Go watch The Wasp. Rent it. I love a two-hander. I love a play-turned-movie. I love a thriller. So many things came together. It's like this one was made for me.

Hit me up at @tastelesspod on social media so we can talk Naomi Harris and Natalie Dormer, or about how when you search for "Strangers on a Train" in the podcast app, it's all audio porn.

Building A Mystery: Dressed To Kill vs. Held Hostage In My House

Two movies about unmasking a criminal, frank sexuality, and a very dedicated son — it's Dressed To Kill vs. Held Hostage In My House.

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Every episode of Tasteless, I take a critically acclaimed film and compare it to one that shares the same themes but didn't get the attention it deserves — and explain why that second movie is my pick. This week: two movies about unmasking a criminal, frank sexuality, and a very dedicated son. It's Dressed to Kill versus Held Hostage in My House. You know what doesn't get enough credit? Lifetime movies. And that's what we're getting into today.

Dressed To Kill

A mysterious blonde woman kills one of the patients of a psychiatrist and then goes after the high-class hooker who witnessed the murder.

This movie came out in 1980. It has an 83% on Rotten Tomatoes. It's a Brian De Palma movie, and Brian De Palma is just cool. All of his movies aren't for me, but I appreciate what he's doing. My favorite of his is one of his newer-ish films Passion, which I've covered on Tasteless. He of course directed Carrie, Blow Out, Carlito's Way, Body Double, Scarface — on and on. He has a distinct and very impressive resume.

Now, does he understand women? He depicts them good and bad, and I think his depictions are interesting, but he definitely paints in broad brushstrokes. Not always a bad thing. Nancy Allen in this film does really well with the ditzy but cool role she has as a sex worker who witnesses a murder. The briefer screen time of Angie Dickinson is completely compelling. And De Palma has his signature moves — there is split diopter out the wazoo on Dressed to Kill.

Angie Dickinson kicks off this film basically fully naked. She's hanging out. She's having a great time. Sex dreams. She's going to the museum. She's making a shopping list where she has items like eggnog and nuts. Very balanced diet at her household. Sounds like my fridge, honestly. This family is malnourished. She goes on to cheat on her husband with a man who waves a white glove at her, which I think is very rude. The glove-waving, not the cheating. Although I guess cheating is kind of one of the rudest things you can do.

Nancy Allen was married to Brian De Palma at the time, so he wrote the role for her. She's kind of a dummy. At one point she says, I wouldn't know sodium from Adam. Well, okay, you knew enough to make that little quip, Nancy. She gets embroiled in a big old mess because she witnesses the person who has just killed Angie Dickinson in an elevator — a blonde woman with big sunglasses and a razor. She is really slow to react to this dying woman, but then someone else pops their head out of the apartment down the way and thinks she's done something bad. Then Nancy's very, very ready to run. Oh, somebody's dead. Oh, I might be in trouble. I gotta get out of here. I get it.

She's on the phone in this movie trying to move money around, buying shares. Very finance bro. She'd be in on the whole GameStop thing if the character was around today. Good head on her shoulders, savvy, even if she talks down her own intelligence.

It's a really cool pairing that she teams up with Angie Dickinson's son in the film, Peter, played by Keith Gordon. He's building his own computer thing at home, totally geeky, but he loves his mom so much. When she's killed he sets out to figure out who did it. The two of them mostly deal with a police detective played by Dennis Franz and Angie Dickinson's psychiatrist played by Michael Caine.

I love this piece of trivia about Michael Caine, because I think of him as such a good guy — mostly because I've seen Miss Congeniality 100 times. IMDB trivia shares that Angie Dickinson, Nancy Allen, and Keith Gordon all praise Michael Caine's generosity and professionalism on this film. As the main star, he was only ever required to be on set when his character was in shot, but all three stated he insisted on also being there when his character was not in shot, so his co-stars were always performing to his character, not to a stand-in or nothing at all.

That is really rare. When they're shooting a film and getting one angle of coverage, they can just be showing Nancy Allen's face — no one has to actually be on the other side. But it can only help for there to be a human being you're reacting off of. Think of when Ian McKellen was crying on the set of Lord of the Rings because he was stuck with just green balls on sticks. Acting can be such a collaborative thing and should be. I really respect that Michael Caine was there and not just sitting in his trailer.

And spoilers for Dressed to Kill from 1980. Michael Caine is playing a dual role here — Dr. Elliott the psychiatrist, constantly being hit on at work, and also Bobbi, the blonde killer who murders his patients. The film kind of conflates dissociative identity disorder with being trans. It's not necessarily that Michael Caine's Dr. Elliott character wishes to be Bobbi, but that these two pieces are at war inside of him — with Bobbi becoming enraged by the reminder of Dr. Elliott's masculinity whenever he gets aroused. Unfortunately a ton of his hot female patients hit on him and then Bobbi has to murder them.

I do think this idea of his uncontrollable male side disgusting this female side that doesn't feel seen or represented — it's interesting. But it's conflating a lot of different things. The movie plays it both ways. It's complicated. I could see being frustrated by it. But it really feels more like a Split with James McAvoy type situation than anything else. Dressed to Kill is an interesting watch, a great De Palma representation of what he does really well. It's currently streaming on Prime Video.

Held Hostage In My House

A single mother becomes trapped inside her own vacation rental and must piece together clues from the various guests who have stayed there in order to figure out who assaulted her and hopefully survive.

This came out in 2024. It has no Rotten Tomatoes score.

You know me. You know if there is a new Anna Elizabeth James joint, I will be seated. Writer, director — I love how she approaches filmmaking. There is an ethereal quality to her movies, a lightness even amongst decay and ruin. She presents a very female gaze that is unlike most of what you find in cinema, especially in the thriller genre. A genre that as much as there are strong women in it, is really lacking women behind the camera. So I'm glad that's a genre she works within.

This Lifetime film, a Lifetime crossover, is perfect to introduce her brilliance to the masses — because a Lifetime movie is made in its big strokes, and Anna nails the big moments while providing tons of subtler pieces to keep a maybe more nuanced or intense film fan engaged.

Her movie Deadly Illusions, which I am notably obsessed with, continues to be served to me in the thriller section of Netflix. I love that her work remains so relevant. I talked in my Black Swan versus Deadly Illusions episode about how important the feeling of a film can be and how Anna's films just have this overall vibe that sucks you in. Held Hostage in My House is no exception.

This is also the first Airbnb movie I've seen besides maybe Barbarian, which is such a great piece of current culture to tap into for horror. Such an uncontrolled thing that so many people turn to for leisure or for income. Held Hostage in My House is basically the worst Airbnb experience ever. And also maybe will make you less mad about those cleaning fees, knowing about all the ants and pie and threesomes the homeowners have to clean up after. Okay, I'm not pro-landlord. But it's a fun new world to explore on film.

The cast is wonderful. Really solid actors in new sorts of roles — I don't think anyone was really playing to type. Amy Smart is our lead. She's this incredibly thoughtful, empathetic, but also realistic mom dealing with a divorce, shared custody of her beloved son, and changes in her lifestyle as a single woman. She's renting out a home she inherited as a gorgeous Airbnb and she loves it — loves connecting with people from all over the world, providing this haven for them. The house is gorgeous. I love all the locations of this film.

Her son Charlie, played by Harrison Fox, is just a good kid who loves his mom. He heads off to spend time with his dad, Matthew Davis — who I adore, Vampire Diaries, Legally Blonde. He's so good at this sort of... in this film he's a skeez, but in this realistic way that's even more maddening because he just doesn't take Amy seriously. He's disrespectful in this very toxic-masculinity-but-quiet way that is so prevalent, but if you complain about it you look crazy.

And most excitingly — he's starting a new life with his new girlfriend played by Greer Grammer. This is now Greer's third time at least working with Anna Elizabeth James. She was the lead antagonist of Deadly Illusions, and the more I revisit that film the more impressed I am by the villainous role she took on. She's just so good on screen, so watchable.

By the way, she loves walking in on a woman taking a bath — between Deadly Illusions and Held Hostage in My House. If I ever see another Greer Grammer film where she doesn't bust in on a relaxing soak, I'm going to riot. Just like how Tom Cruise has to run in all of his films, Greer, you better bust in on that bath. No one can relax when she's around.

Amy Smart is accosted — I'm still laughing thinking about the tub — she's hit over the head, tied to her bed in the rental, à la Gerald's Game. Only instead of her gross dead husband, she's haunted by the memories of people who have recently stayed at the home as she tries to tease out who might have done this to her. So many people have crossed the threshold and her life is so tumultuous that she's remembering all these interactions, innocent or not, with suspicion.

Our suspects include Billy Zane as this airy, metrosexual type who honestly gave me very Michael Caine vibes in his delivery. He has a little scarf, he's so warm and open, but also — what's he got going on? Airbnb threesomes, for one, which he politely invites Amy to, and she just as politely declines. I love how casual this film is about sex. She's not like, oh my God, scandalous! She's just like, no, but here's where the Wi-Fi router is, and thanks so much, have fun.

Billy Zane is like if a bunny became a human man. There's something whimsical about his performances.

Amy Smart really anchors the film with this breezy but realistic sensibility. She plays a mom who seems like she could be a mom but who isn't hung up on our media stereotypes of moms. She at one point has the phone on speaker and is yelling into it, which is actually how people talk on speakerphone. I respect those little touches.

Ne-Yo is an art professor jealous of Amy's art skills — Amy's this talented artist in the film. Another very cool touch: they use real art. All of her character's art was actually painted by a woman named Valentina Sarfeh, who is credited immediately following the film. Love that. Ne-Yo is on our suspect list because he'd love to claim her art for his own. I find this thread interesting because I imagine it would be really difficult to be a teacher of something like art and have people come through your classroom with more talent than you. I couldn't handle that. 100%, I couldn't.

Ramona, played by Masha King — what a character. She's a straight-up madame who Amy kind of narcs on. She's definitely providing company from women to men and definitely has reasons to want to screw Amy over. Jason Wesley as Gabriel felt outed by Amy. There's a love interest named Youssef, played by Jay Lee, who is maybe too good to be true — suspicious. Ex-husband Matthew Davis wants to propose to Greer and start a new family and forget Amy ever existed. Greer wants that perfect family. There's the best friend Victoria, played by Ava Gaudet, with a jet-setting lifestyle. The film shows the difference without placing judgment on either woman's choices. That's rare and impressive.

As I said about Anna Elizabeth James, the gaze of her camera is pretty unique. The view of Amy in this film is very much a woman's gaze, and I found this impressive in the new Demi Moore movie The Substance as well — where the female form is seen in a completely different way because it's not being pushed through the filter of a man and male executives. That's something I've come to expect and deeply appreciate in Anna's films.

Held Hostage in My House has this particularly dreamy, escapist feeling, making the viewer question even further what's real and what isn't. Amy's son is desperately trying to get in touch with her as she lays there starving, scared, and some ants are coming way too close because she left some pie out. There's something really upsetting about ants tapped into here. Certain bugs I'm fine with — I love spiders, I love bees — but seeing these ants start to swarm is unnerving. This particularly hit home for me because I probably would leave some pie out and then be tied up and then be killed because of that.

It's on Lifetime. You can watch it free on the Lifetime app. Give it a go.

Shared Themes

Dressed to Kill and Held Hostage in My House are mysteries that wield sexuality to throw the viewer off the scent of the killer.

In Dressed to Kill, our hero Nancy Allen is a sex worker. The cops aren't particularly kind to her and she's not seen as a super credible witness. Angie Dickinson talks frequently about being sexually unsatisfied. The killer is dramatically feminine, with flowing locks and big sunglasses. As we discover, when Michael Caine becomes aroused by a woman it triggers his rage — the killer female part of his identity emerges. It's the sexuality of Angie Dickinson and later Nancy Allen that creates this unease within him. But the film doesn't judge any of these women in the way you'd expect. We're presented their lives matter-of-factly and they're no less capable because of who they sleep with.

Jealousy is always a really good motive for murder, so Angie Dickinson's dalliances and Nancy Allen's line of work have us thinking of a zillion possible killers before we would ever consider the psychiatrist.

Held Hostage in My House features the most chill Airbnb host ever, and she is down with anyone's proclivities. When she narcs on Ramona running a prostitution ring, it's honestly not even out of judgment — it's more like, I don't want to go to jail for what my house is being used for, there are definitely liabilities there. Plus I don't think you can run a business from a home, and this lady was trying to run a full sex business from an Airbnb. There isn't guilt when Amy Smart sleeps with the new guy or shaming of her friend's more fun lifestyle. Everyone is really accepting of themselves, so the motives for her hostage situation are so much more interesting than just sexual jealousy. We've got revenge, we've got shame — there's a lot at play.

Neither of these movies ever really says that in typical slasher fashion, they got killed because they had sex. That's never what happens here.

When I watched Held Hostage in My House, I immediately thought of Dressed to Kill. There's just something about them — watch them together and you'll see why. And then I was really excited when I realized there's this key surprising shared factor: in these films, the characters who are really the moral center, the grounded heroes, are the sons of our main characters. Two momma's boys who just want to get justice for their mothers, who will do anything for her — in a way that's never played as a joke. It's not a Buster on Arrested Development type of thing, but instead a reflection of what wonderful mothers they have, how healthy their relationships are.

In Dressed to Kill, our semi-grown kid Peter, Keith Gordon the computer genius — his mom Angie Dickinson maybe doesn't understand him, but she adores him. She lets him skip a dinner they're going to if he promises to get some sleep, knowing he's dying to work on his little 80s computer setup. She respects his hobbies and wants to learn about what he's doing. When she's killed he doesn't fold in on himself but instead refocuses on finding who did it.

His pairing with Nancy Allen, who has no children of her own and has lived really only for herself for a long time — it's this great odd couple. He's book-smart and she's street-smart and they each have a respect for the other's point of view. This movie is very much about women, about the feminine, about the desire for feminine energy, and his character throws a total wrench in that while also fitting perfectly into the De Palma formula.

Held Hostage in My House has a younger kid. Harrison Fox is the son — he's a little guy who has to put all the skills his mom taught him to use in saving her. He is driven by pure love and he knows something isn't right with his mom and sneaks home in a kid-safe Uber to rescue her. I love how they handled his involvement because it could have been super unbelievable that this kid saved his mom from masked intruders. But he happened to show up at the right moment when chaos had already been sown, and he's there for his mom right when she needs him most.

He is everything to her. Their relationship is clearly a massive component of each of their lives, something they define themselves by. It's sweet to see him repeatedly checking in on her with his dad while also respecting his dad's boundaries of phone usage. He's not overzealous, but when he feels something is wrong, he acts.

His mere existence gives her the strength to survive. If I was tied up near all my loose pie fillings, I would 100% be thinking about my cats and living for them. But they would probably be the ones to find me and then eat me. So it works out better for Amy Smart.

What Held Hostage In My House Does Better

Dressed to Kill, though it is inventive, feels like many other works. Held Hostage in My House feels like something new.

Dressed to Kill is very much a Hitchcockian mystery. It has been criticized for massive similarities to Psycho. That's not a knock — it's done well. De Palma hits the same beats in his films. That also isn't a knock. I like his style. Yeah, we get it, we can see the foreground and the background in one shot, congratulations. If you haven't seen this film, absolutely watch it. I bet if I took a film class teaching it, I would be delighted to dissect it. There's a lot of meat on that bone. It exemplifies this sort of twisted mystery. It's stylish and a blast to put on.

However, I have never seen a movie like Held Hostage in My House. While there are thematic elements across Anna Elizabeth James's body of work, all of her films have their own unique tones. The dreamy quality of this film that I've referenced is hard to pull off. It might not have worked in another film, but it works here. It puts you in mind of this woman being pulled in every direction. From the chronology to the choice of camera angles, this movie is unique.

The representation in Dressed to Kill is not nearly as inclusive as what you see in Held Hostage in My House. I am very impressed that a film on Lifetime was so... what's the positive version of woke?

Dressed to Kill was shocking only in its reveal, not in its actual telling. No one went in knowing it would be about a trans character. It's mostly about murdered white women. Held Hostage in My House has a diverse cast. It deals with taboo subjects and does so without making any of it a big deal — because it isn't.

We have men who are wonderful and men who are evil. We have women who are warm and women who are cold. We have different relationships playing out in ways that might not be the most honest but are authentic to those couples — from the closeted man cheating on his wife, to the guy who has a wife and a girlfriend down to get away at a nice mom's Airbnb, to the newly blended family of Matthew Davis and Greer Grammer. This film shows all kinds of people in all kinds of stages of life. I think it's very cool.

Give these two a watch. Get your double feature going. Then hit me up at @tastelesspod on social media. Let me know what other thrillers you're watching right now. And tell me if you, like me, would leave pie out and then die because of it.

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