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| Credits |
Director: Mario Orfini
Starring: Trudie Styler,
Gregg Henry, Bill Moseley
Screenplay: Lidia Ravera,
Mario Orfini
Music:Giorgio Moroder
Country: Italy
AKA: Mamba |
At the tender age of as young as I can remember,
I held a fear deep in my soul. It was not a logical
fear, by any means, but I was still scared. Despite
living in a region completely free of poisonous
snakes, I was terrified one would come into my room
one night, crawl up in my bedding, and bite me.
My first solution to this was to wrap my feet in
an extra blanket, or create a blanket barrier between
the foot of the bed and me. I guess the logic behind
this was that while a snake might crawl under my
top blanket, it would be completely befuddled by
a second one IN the bed. Eventually I upped the
security in the form of my German Shepard, Rita.
I would try and position her on the bed between
me and any nasty reptiles that might teleport into
my room from Africa and go after my feet. I felt
safer, but man, my bed stunk.
Naturally, I outgrew this paranoia as I got older,
but one night in my early double digits, everyone
in my family was gone. A high school reunion had
called away the only family member even in the
same region as me, and that person didn't
get home till after 3:00 a.m. Being able to watch
whatever I wanted on the pay channels, I recklessly
careened through hours of things I shouldn't
have been viewing. And then I hit Fair Game.
1:00 in the morning. A movie that played off of
the one thing I'd always irrationally feared.
Of course, I had to watch.
Years later, I happened to read Venom, and became
obsessed with seeing the film adaptation as well
as seeing Fair Game again. Trouble was,
I'd forgotten Fair Game's title,
so it took some researching to find it. Seriously,
though, Fair Game? The 'game' isn't
fair, it's highly rigged. Plus, that title
makes it sound like the sort of dumb action movie
Cindy Crawford would star in. It shoulda had a
name revolving around the snake, like it should
have been called Mamba, or something.
Oh, wait, it was called Mamba, but some
idiot renamed it. Jerk.
Fair Game is about Mrs. Sting leaving
her bastard of a husband. He doesn't cope
well with the split, and decides that to get even
he'll lock her in her new flat with a highly
venomous Mamba snake. But just locking her up
with one of the world's deadliest snakes
isn't enough, he also injects the reptile
with hormones, making it sexually revved up. This
leaves the snake producing even more venom than
usual, so it has to bite, making it even
more dangerous. Mrs. Sting spends a bit of time
unaware she's got a visitor, then freaks
out when she finds out about her new friend, and
all the while her ex watches a simulation from
a computer screen. I'm not sure why he's
so upset she left, she seems like an utter fruitcake,
talking to herself all the time and doing interesting
things involving fire and boots.
Fair Game is very 80s, especially the
score by Giorgio Moroder, who won an Oscar for
Top Gun's "Take My Breath Away,"
and the computer program the husband uses to watch
the non-wife. The plot line is very contrived,
but the handling of the material is surprisingly
good, especially considering that a cast of, oh,
four have to carry the whole thing. And that total
includes the delivery boy cameo. It's not
easy to keep things interesting with only two
main characters and a small enclosure, but Fair
Game does well. I'm not sure it was
necessary to supe up the mamba, and maybe a side
effect of that augmenting is the reason the snake
is a bit slow moving. The injection must've
really messed the snake up regardless, because
while it has to bite, it also flees at times and
disappears completely in the finale.
Watch for the magical recording device that floats
mysteriously from the ceiling in the snake guy's
house. |
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