As anyone who graduated from the Richard Widmark School of Wheelchairs Down the Staircase can tell you, film noir can get pretty intense at times. If it's applied successfully (and brilliantly) as it's done in Easy Way Out, the results are spellbinding and evocative.
In what is arguably John T. Bone's tour de force, we have an examination of people involved in sexual head games that eventually take on the life beyond the control of the participants. I'm reminded of an arcade game taken to levels of play that eventually exceeds the emotional, mental and physical scope of its players and winds up playing on automatic pilot while the body goes numb. And that what becomes of Misty Regan and Bob Lowe who play a married couple who have lost a child in a questionable automobile accident. The accident has rendered Lowe impotent and the couple seek the help of surrogates to readjust his focus. The games get increasingly bizarre as does the sex —each episode progresses to one more level of decadence and explorations of taboo subjects. Don't miss the hot wax scene with Carol Cummings look alike Hone More. It's unbelievable, but I won't spoil it with details.
Misty Regan gives the performance of her career. Lowe, an upstart to these types of things, is wonderfully cynical as a man with a subtle drinking problem whose eyes speak for a life that's wired for current. The choice of camera shots is first rate video making all the way, and Clinton Darke's wonderfully dark script has some very interesting Hitchkockian gambits and broad strokes of irony (is the use of chamber music in this feature a jibe at Paul Thomas' style)? The opening sex scene between Randy West, Victoria Paris and Rene Summers is overextended to my taste, thus taking more time than is necessary to get into the story. But once you're there, you're hooked. Very sexy. Bravo effort by director Bone. Don't miss this one.