Written & directed by Neil LaBute. 1997.

Neil LaBute fascinates me, if for no other reasons than we share alma mater and spent time in the same programs (several years apart of course, and uh, he graduated, I didn’t) at Brigham Young University. I don’t know if sharing that kind of background makes me predisposed to like his work (God knows it doesn’t for Jon Heder or Jared Hess), but I’m sure it informs my understanding of his work to a degree.
I’m trying not to include a lot of films that I’ve only seen once on this list, but my sole viewing of this film several months back was harrowing and stomach-churning. Watching the anonymous corridors of a bland office building reveal a grotesque field of sexual bloodsport left a distinct and potent impression on me.
Aaron Eckhart looms large in this movie as the perfectly-named Chad, an almost impossibly good-looking figure whose duplicity, sleaze, and malice are all readily apparent, but like Matt Malloy’s pathetic, simpering Howard, orienting your alliances against him is practically counter-intuitive. Stacy Edwards gives a complementary, heartbreaking performance. Her naked vulnerability stands in stark contrast to the machinations of both Chad and Howard.
LaBute’s background is in theater. That background is evident in each of his films that I’ve seen, including this, his first. His largely objective camera unflinchingly observes people in their ugliest behaviors, a well-executed technique that he has carried through to the present in his most recent film, this year’s unfortunately written-off Lakeview Terrace.
The film presents a vulgar and horrific exploration of the unfairness of natural and calculated advantage. In this world, the only ones left unbroken are those naturally strong beings whose self-interest surpasses all.

