| Cuts like a knife: Susan Lucci |
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If you watch Susan Lucci's elegant execution of a fictional crime lord in Double Edge — currently here on Youtube and on autoplay on this page — we think you'll agree there's something intensely feminine about the scene. (And this version skips over the lovely striptease entry portion.) Hence our award for a distinctively female execution job. One could just as easily hop under Sharon Stone's electrifying and athletic performance in the opening moments of Basic Instinct. Or the tongue-in-cheek, knife-in-garter tossed into man's heart, at the start of Romancing the Stone. Not to mention Camille Keaton's castration-to-death of her second victim in the rape and revenge sexplotation film, I Spit on Your Grave. But we're sticking with Ms. Lucci. Or perhaps we should say, a la our friend at the bar with GoGo Yubari — she is sticking it into us. Aesthetic grace In this scene — the opening, alas, to a rather forgettable movie; but what an opening — we note a number of elements that make for an especially lovely femexecution. Ms. Lucci's mouth, for example, is very expressive. She says almost nothing in the scene, but with her lips, she shares in what she knows are her lover's final throes, the living out of the Shakespearean orgasmadeath — the word "death," itself, also meaning orgasm in Elizabethan England.  She plays him, in a sense, like an instrument, arousing his passion, rubbing his face, enhanching his moronic smile; and then, hushing and smothering him. Quiet, little boy. Your death-goddess-mother has given, and now, she takes away. Her fingers — slim, elegant — contribute as well. Notice her calm movement of his hands onto her legs, encased in lovely black stockings. Yes, put your hands here, you buffoon. The better to keep them busy, and your brain hopelessly enraptured, while I prepare things here on your deathbed. (Give some credit to the costume director, too, for Ms. Lucci's jewelry. Her earrings, bracelet, and the diamong ring on her execution hand, sparkle subtly but menacingly. The movements of light and black call to mind the dance of Ursula Andress in that impossibly sparkling barbed bikini in the opening execution scene of The Tenth Victim. Every movement of Lucci's carries a certain femmelegance. Notice how she arches her back and tosses her hair with smiling pleasure, catlike, as she removes the stiletto-cum-hairpin that is soon to serve as her murder tool. So too does her sudden, silent, stiletto, stab. It really isn't a stab in the classic sense at all. Instead, Ms. Lucci, in effect, inserts the knife. A sudden turn of her wrist, and its angle, and the helpless schmoe is dead. Like a skilled surgeon, she cuts — only instead of removing the gall bladder or a tumor on the pancreas, today's operation aims at the removal of life. Her final sneer of contempt as the latest victim crosses from this world into oblivion says it all. "Putz," she seems to think-say. "I have ended you. Another male. Once again, not even a challenge."
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