Review of Deception (2008) by Chads. — 25 Apr 2008

If "Deception" was a European production, first of all, there would be more sex. Waaaay more sex. Even if a dead body, or two, turned up, it wouldn't stop the French, or the Swedes, or the Krauts, from f****** like bunnies, and not feeling guilty about it the next morning.

If "Deception" was a Tootsie Roll Pop, we'd want to know how many licks it would take to get to the center. But "Deception" doesn't want to be graphic like a sucker. The film lacks the tongue for it.

In other words, we never find out how many anonymous sexual encounters it would take before Jonathan McQuarry(Ewan McGregor) got sick of "The List". That's because "Deception" would rather be a second-rate version of David Mamet's "The Spanish Prisoner", as the film turns into a sort of Hitchcockian coitus interruptus.

Since the film ignores the potential for irony(an irony that a European production might've strived for): a lonely man who ends up lonelier, even though he's always surrounded by beautiful, willing women; for the love of God, I thought, please don't let Wyatt Bose(Hugh Jackman) turn out to be imaginary.

Please don't let this sex club be like "Fight Club". But such a banality is all relative. Regardless of Wyatt's true identity and motive for befriending Jonathan, "Deception", like most contemporary mainstream American films, fails to deal with sexual themes in a methodologically serious fashion.