Sex, Lies and Videotape is one of those films that you have to see simply because it created a major buzz at its time. It's a decent viewing for one time, but it's not something special to write home about. Unfortunately, people have taken it more seriously than what they should and at some points, the movie does the same thing itself. No groundbreaking social commentary is to be found here, just a confirmation that eroticism is based in the mind more than the flesh, which is not that original anyway. Perhaps the eighties newfound passion with home video is what made the difference.

Soderbergh's proficient direction sets the mood and helps in creating tension as the end of the film nears. It's perhaps the best part of the movie. As of performances, a perfectly cast Peter Gallagher tops the list and then comes Laura San Giacomo. I haven't been able to like Andie MacDowell in any of her roles and this is not an exception, although she's better than her average. I especially didn't like at all James Spader, I wonder how he got an award at Cannes!

Finally, the dialogue. At some points, the lines were absolutely ridiculous. Anybody remember the idiotic bathroom lines when MacDowell and Spader first meet? Or the pointless talk about the rain at the end?