Ah Spring, when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of... duplicitous, conniving,
scheming, cheating, lying love. Toback once again directs Downey, Jr. (first time
was in The Pick-up Artist in 1987) in this stagy paean to Nineties sexual mores,
love, lust, and other crimes of the heart, but unfortunately, it's all a wash, and
not nearly as interesting as the weekly heartbreaks of the Friends crew. As the film
opens, two young women - Carla (Graham) and Lou (Wagner) are standing on the sidewalk
outside a Soho loft. Engaging in polite chitchat to pass the time, each reveals that
she is waiting for her boyfriend to show up in order to surprise him upon his homecoming.
The catch? Carla and Lou's lovers are one and the same guy, the wolfish actor and
bon vivant Blake (Downey), who's about to get the surprise of his life. After reaching
their mutual discovery - and with Blake still nowhere in sight - they break into
his second-story loft and begin swapping horror stories. Blake, obviously, has been
stringing both of them along with the same foods, stories, and ultimate pronouncements
of True Love. Alas, it's all a sham, as Blake finally arrives home to find his worst
fears realized and his tongue cleaving to the roof of his woefully dishonest mouth.
This sets in motion 60-plus minutes of intellectualizing the male (and female, at
times) libido and the need (or lack thereof) for honesty in a relationship. At first,
the two women want nothing more that to beat the living daylights out of this hideous
cad, but after a bottle of liquor passes between the two, they begin to downplay
the grousing and allow their combined sexuality take over. The real question is this:
What is Toback saying here? That it's alright to cheat on your lovers? Or is his
point more along the lines of the genetic impossibility of monogamy between two human
beings? No real answers are forthcoming. The script - much of which was improvised
over the course of the film's short, sharp shoot - touches on everything from bisexuality
to wanton desires to forgiveness in the face of overwhelming infidelities to Mormonism.
(Despite the film's now-infamous 15 trips to the ratings board in order to bring
one particular scene down from an NC-17 to an R, the film hardly deserves its dangerous
reputation.) Both Graham and Wagner (daughter of Natalie Wood) are terrific, but
it's Downey who predictably steals the show. In light of his recent prison-stint
and ongoing narcotics troubles, it's almost painful to watch his character agonize
over his "secret life" and "ceaseless lies" onscreen. One shot of him flipping out
as he rants at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and moans about "getting it
together" is so literal it's shocking to watch. But that has more to do with the
reality of the actor's life than Toback's film, which, it should be said, is, in
the end, not much. Were this staged as a play, the drama might catch some live-audience
frisson, but in theatres it's just too remote. The emotions are turbocharged and
the topic is eternally relevant, but that's not enough to save Two Girls and a Guy
from being a whiny, snoozy bore. Nice poster, though.
--Marc Savlov
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