Welcome to Sexpositions , a weeklong Vulture celebration of sex scenes in movies and on TV. A good sex scene is about a lot more than just showing some skin. He tells us about the experience. I was hanging on for dear life in those scenes. Linda was by far the aggressor. What I remember most about the chain-link-fence sex scene was we were shooting it at the end of the night. We never got a chance to talk about how we were going to do it. By the time we got outside to shoot, it was like 5 in the morning and the sun was coming up. I was suggesting that we maybe come back another day to shoot. After about ten minutes of me rambling on, she threw down the cigarette, looked at me, told me to shut the fuck up, take my pants down, and get up against the fence.

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Let's make one thing clear: I do not aspire to being a murderous sociopath. But as soon as I clapped eyes on nonchalant, sharp-talking Bridget Linda Fiorentino in 's noir thriller The Last Seduction , I was filled with the vicarious excitement that the movies' best fantasy figures inspire. First, she's ruling the sales floor. Then she's playing mind games with her husband Clay Bill Pullman , a doctor who's foolishly undertaken a lucrative drug deal foolish mainly because he's married to Bridget. Slipping out with the cash, she hides out in sleepy Beston, where we witness the full force of her manipulative powers. Like all great con-artist movies, The Last Seduction delivers the thrill of seeing the protagonist use a combination of brains, bravado and bullshit to achieve their goal. We know little about Bridget's past, but she is clearly a woman who knows how to make the best of a situation. She is practical, quick-thinking, and has nerves of steel. Spotting a small town bar, she swiftly sizes up a bed for the night. Mike Peter Berg is young, keen and with just enough wit to pass muster in the limited circumstances.
Was Fiorentino a Trouble-Maker… ?
It may be the first good movie of last year. It's an archly ironic film noir that whirls along like a dervish on shore leave, teasing its own conventions exactly as it fulfills them. It's of the noir subset No. Linda Fiorentino, briefly big years ago after "Vision Quest," is big all over again as sultry, leggy Bridget Gregory, a New Yorker married to a weak-willed physician Bill Pullman whom she's bullied into selling pharmaceutical cocaine to street hoods. But Bridget is too large to remain married to a nervous piker like Pullman's Clay, particularly when he briefly rebels and smacks her in the mouth. One of Fiorentino's great accomplishments here is that she really makes you feel her relish for the damage she's doing, and the pleasure she takes in the power of her own charisma. There's not a quiver of ambivalence anywhere in her: I am bitch, she says in this performance, hear me roar.
Since that film, she has emerged in Hollywood as the ultimate neo-noir femme fatale -- think Lauren Bacall meets Darth Vadar. Now, with the erotic thriller "Jade," set in San Francisco, due out Friday, it would seem she can't turn off her smoldering sex appeal. In person, however, she's far from a sex symbol in schoolgirl-inspired Gap clothing. Her black cardigan buttoned at the top , short wraparound skirt, loafers and tights leave nary a flash of flesh. Only Fiorentino's throaty voice deepened by rigorous high school cheerleading in the '70s hints at the unspeakable things you've seen her do onscreen. As the Sharon Stone of independent film stars, she's worked her celluloid image as a strong, independent and sexual woman.