In reviewing "Wild Things", Roger Ebert characterized it as "lurid trash, with a plot so twisted they're still explaining it during the closing titles. It's like a three-way collision between a softcore sex film, a soap opera and a B-grade noir. I liked it."
He went on to say, "It has a little of everything, including ominous shots of alligators looking as if they know more than they're telling."
He has no idea. Never mess with the gators.
And of course, thanks to my small part in helping said movie to completion, I am now officially one degree of separation from Kevin Bacon. I think that's some sort of film business requirement.
