Directed by: John McNaughton
Starring: Kevin Bacon, Matt Dillon, Neve Campbell

Yeah, I gave Wild Things two stars. You wanna fight about it? I just want to prove once and for all that, even though I consider myself to be pretty inured to movies like this by now, I’m not completely immune to the massive amount of cheesecake included in here. Also, if you don’t understand that last sentence, that’s fine, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.
Wild Things starts as a movie about a teacher who gets accused by two of his students that he raped them. After that bit ends and he gets exonerated (mostly thanks to his lawyer, Bill Murray. Why was Bill Murray in this movie?), an almost completely different movie starts, which consists of eight or nine plot twists the likes of which M. Night Shyamalan would be proud of. I won’t spoil the ending, but I will say that it’s really dumb, and by the time it finally gets there you really don’t care anymore.
This movie is well known for one thing and only one thing: The half-naked lesbian makeout scenes between Denise Richards and Neve Campbell. I think after that part was written in, the writer realized nobody would ever see this movie for the actual story, so he went completely out of his gourd and added in as many double-crosses as he could possibly fit. Literally, there’s no way there could be any more double-crosses in this movie. And good on him for trying to take the attention away from two of the hottest young stars of the 90′s having sex all the time. I… guess. Then again, he wrote those parts in too. Never mind, I rescind my kudos.
Wild Things is not a good movie. However, if you want to see boobs and girls kissing each other, this movie’s got plenty of that. Of course, with the invention of the internet, movies like this almost have no point whatsoever. Thanks a lot, the internet.







