


I love these movies in spite of themselves. Unlike Fatal Attraction or Basic Instinct, the woman tends to be the main protagonist and the man is shunted to the side or killed for his trouble. When said lunatic is rebuffed, they turn violent. Invariably, a happy black couple in a posh neighborhood with generic white-collar jobs typically reserved for white sitcom characters (architect, publicist, financial analyst) drink wine from the Olivia Pope collection, but their world is turned upside-down when a disturbed individual attempts to break up their marriage. The erotic thriller that was once about white suburban angst now taps into the middle class black nightmare: infidelity The erotic thriller that was once all about white suburban angst now taps into the upper middle class black nightmare of infidelity – side-chick-splotation, thot (that hoe over there) horror or black erotic thriller (BET), whatever you want to call it. Hollywood simply doesn’t make many of these mid-budget potboilers, where an exposed nipple qualifies as a major plot point and women are treated like insatiable nymphomaniacs that gullible men simply can’t resist unless they star black people. W hat was once a ubiquitous, highly profitable genre for the movie industry – the tawdry erotic thriller – has faded from the mainstream consciousness in the past 20 years and is almost solely the purview of the so-called “urban” market.
