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Praising the Gold Standard of Femme Fatales in ‘Double Indemnity’ [Sex Crimes]

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Back in June, when this series covered Wild Things, I introduced neo-noirs as a response in the 70s and 80s to the noirs of the 40s and 50s. Historical film buffs will know that the Hays Code, which censored Hollywood films based on moral grounds, dictated edits to plot and character until it was abolished in 1968. This is one of the main reasons why films of the 70s began to lean into more gory, salacious and, yes, sexy material.

The 70s and 80s were ripe with remakes of film noirs because the coded violence and sexuality could finally be brought to the fore instead of hiding it in metaphor and innuendo. We’ll talk about several of these films in later entries of this column, but since it is Noirvember, why not use this opportunity to explore a text that cemented several erotic thriller conventions and tropes?

The Noir film in question is 1944’s Double Indemnity, writer/director Billy Wilder (Sunset Boulevard)’s tale of lust and greed. The film is a classic and essential film noir for many reasons, but chief among them is arguably one of the most iconic femme fatales ever captured on screen: Barbara Stanwyck’s Phyllis Dietrichson.

In the film, insurance salesman Walter Neff (Fred MacMurray) is lured into a murderous scheme to kill a client (Tom Powers) at the behest of the man’s wife, Phyllis. The illicit lovers stage Mr. Dietrichson’s death so that it seems as though he accidentally fell off the back of a train. The plan initially works, but Neff’s intrepid investigator colleague Barton Keyes (Edward G. Robinson) eventually suspects foul play and investigates, prompting Neff and Phyllis to turn on each other.

A blonde woman in a towel stands on a landing

Double Indemnity works in no small part because of the strong script – a collaboration between Wilder and pulp writer Raymond Chandler and based on the novel of the same name by James M. Cain. Wilder is a masterful director, and the production boasts marvelous chiaroscuro noir lighting and tense framing. (The murder sequence, in particular, is incredibly memorable – more on that in a bit).

It’s not just writing and direction that ultimately cement the film’s status as a classic text, though; it’s the performance by Stanwyck as the sexy, manipulative, cold-blooded femme fatale. Phyllis is a provocateur who is keenly aware of her influence on men: the character is first introduced wearing only a towel, which she actually acknowledges in dialogue. After dressing, Phyllis meets Neff in the living room where he oogles her body, complimenting her anklet (which plays like a humorous combination of both sexual innuendo and Victorian-era sexuality).

Phyllis tellingly mentions accident insurance at their very first meeting, something Neff only catches onto in hindsight. From here on out, she’ll only refer to Walter by his first name, a manipulative tactic designed to invite intimacy. When she invites him back under the auspices of talking to her husband (who she knows won’t actually be home), Phyllis broaches the accident insurance idea again…only she doesn’t want her husband to know.

Neff understands the game immediately, despite her protests, but that doesn’t prevent him from obsessing about her until she turns up on his doorstep that night in the rain. She then “peels” out of her cinched trenchcoat (a classic film noir costume, here reverse gendered) to reveal a tight white sweater that emphasizes her figure.

From this point on, Wilder lights Phyllis’ face differently: he alternates between halo lighting and shadow. Both the costume and the lighting play off the duality of the character and serves to emphasize her seduction techniques, despite dialogue about her bad marriage to an abusive husband. Of course, once the seed has been planted, Neff not only can’t stop thinking about Phyllis, but also how to game the system in order to execute the murder and get both the girl and the $50K pay-out (equal to $846K in today’s money).

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One of the most memorable moments of the film is the murder itself. As Phyllis drives her husband to the train station, Neff hides in the backseat until she hits the horn. The murder that follows occurs just off screen; Wilder keeps the camera trained on Phyllis’ face while her husband is strangled in the seat next to her. The black widow simply drives, coolly and calmly, her facial expression never changing. It’s chilling and fantastic.

Phyllis’ muted reaction to a horrific murder is sharply contrasted later in the film by the histrionic performance she puts on in the insurance office. The company suspects foul play and doesn’t want to pay, promptly a full-blown meltdown by Phyllis. It’s a great show, and one that should alarm Neff because her performance is so convincing, but like all noir patsies, Walter fails to consider that Phyllis may have used the same skills on him to instigate a murder plot.

Stanwyck is an even better actress than her character. At the time, she was an Oscar winner, as well as the highest paid actress in the US, and well-known for her work in both comedies and dramas. But she didn’t play villains, so Phyllis Dietrichson was a departure and a risk for her. Famously, it was Stanwyck who suggested wearing a cheap wig for the role (to connote that Phyllis acts classy, but is actually low-rent and basic), but she punctuates nearly every scene with a keen combination of innocence, sexuality and malice.

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When Phyllis tells Neff that her husband has broken his leg and Neff argues that they need to delay the murder, she pivots from arguing that she can’t keep living with the status quo (which has no effect on Neff) to appealing to his desire to be with her (which prompts him to reconsider). Shortly after Neff leaves the grocery store where they have their clandestine murder talks, Phyllis stares after him with muted, but obvious satisfaction – she knows exactly how to push the insurance man’s buttons to get what she wants. That’s Stanwyck’s brilliance: she allows the audience to see the wheels turning in Phyllis’ head.

Late in the film it is confirmed that Phyllis not only never loved Neff, she never even cared for him. She sized him up the moment he arrived and played him every step of the way. She was even sleeping with her daughter’s lover the whole time! Phyllis is ruthless, amoral, and feels no remorse for her actions, including shooting Neff when he confronts her in the film’s climax.

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Naturally due to the Hays Code, Phyllis also has to die, but Stanwyck’s performance lives on in infamy. Not only did the actress win a third Oscar for the role, but the character effectively became the gold standard for femme fatales – first in film noirs, and later in the onslaught of erotic thrillers following the abolishment of the Hays Code. You can see signs of Phyllis Dietrichson in Basic Instinct’s Catherine Trammell, in The Last Seduction’s Bridget Gregory and in Body Heat’s Matty Walker, to name just a few. And those are all iconic roles in their own right.

So bow down to the queen of sexy, unapologetic, duplicitous female killers.


Sex Crimes is a column that explores the legacy of erotic thrillers, from issues of marital infidelity to inappropriate underage affairs to sexualized crimes. In this subgenre, sex and violence are inexplicably intertwined as the dangers of intercourse take on a whole new meaning. 

Joe is a TV addict with a background in Film Studies. He co-created TV/Film Fest blog QueerHorrorMovies and writes for Bloody Disgusting, Anatomy of a Scream, That Shelf, The Spool and Grim Magazine. He enjoys graphic novels, dark beer and plays multiple sports (adequately, never exceptionally). While he loves all horror, if given a choice, Joe always opts for slashers and creature features.

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‘A Haunted House’ and the Death of the Horror Spoof Movie

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Due to a complex series of anthropological mishaps, the Wayans Brothers are a huge deal in Brazil. Around these parts, White Chicks is considered a national treasure by a lot of people, so it stands to reason that Brazilian audiences would continue to accompany the Wayans’ comedic output long after North America had stopped taking them seriously as comedic titans.

This is the only reason why I originally watched Michael Tiddes and Marlon Wayans’ 2013 horror spoof A Haunted House – appropriately known as “Paranormal Inactivity” in South America – despite having abandoned this kind of movie shortly after the excellent Scary Movie 3. However, to my complete and utter amazement, I found myself mostly enjoying this unhinged parody of Found Footage films almost as much as the iconic spoofs that spear-headed the genre during the 2000s. And with Paramount having recently announced a reboot of the Scary Movie franchise, I think this is the perfect time to revisit the divisive humor of A Haunted House and maybe figure out why this kind of film hasn’t been popular in a long time.

Before we had memes and internet personalities to make fun of movie tropes for free on the internet, parody movies had been entertaining audiences with meta-humor since the very dawn of cinema. And since the genre attracted large audiences without the need for a serious budget, it made sense for studios to encourage parodies of their own productions – which is precisely what happened with Miramax when they commissioned a parody of the Scream franchise, the original Scary Movie.

The unprecedented success of the spoof (especially overseas) led to a series of sequels, spin-offs and rip-offs that came along throughout the 2000s. While some of these were still quite funny (I have a soft spot for 2008’s Superhero Movie), they ended up flooding the market much like the Guitar Hero games that plagued video game stores during that same timeframe.

You could really confuse someone by editing this scene into Paranormal Activity.

Of course, that didn’t stop Tiddes and Marlon Wayans from wanting to make another spoof meant to lampoon a sub-genre that had been mostly overlooked by the Scary Movie series – namely the second wave of Found Footage films inspired by Paranormal Activity. Wayans actually had an easier time than usual funding the picture due to the project’s Found Footage presentation, with the format allowing for a lower budget without compromising box office appeal.

In the finished film, we’re presented with supposedly real footage recovered from the home of Malcom Johnson (Wayans). The recordings themselves depict a series of unexplainable events that begin to plague his home when Kisha Davis (Essence Atkins) decides to move in, with the couple slowly realizing that the difficulties of a shared life are no match for demonic shenanigans.

In practice, this means that viewers are subjected to a series of familiar scares subverted by wacky hijinks, with the flick featuring everything from a humorous recreation of the iconic fan-camera from Paranormal Activity 3 to bizarre dance numbers replacing Katy’s late-night trances from Oren Peli’s original movie.

Your enjoyment of these antics will obviously depend on how accepting you are of Wayans’ patented brand of crass comedy. From advanced potty humor to some exaggerated racial commentary – including a clever moment where Malcom actually attempts to move out of the titular haunted house because he’s not white enough to deal with the haunting – it’s not all that surprising that the flick wound up with a 10% rating on Rotten Tomatoes despite making a killing at the box office.

However, while this isn’t my preferred kind of humor, I think the inherent limitations of Found Footage ended up curtailing the usual excesses present in this kind of parody, with the filmmakers being forced to focus on character-based comedy and a smaller scale story. This is why I mostly appreciate the love-hate rapport between Kisha and Malcom even if it wouldn’t translate to a healthy relationship in real life.

Of course, the jokes themselves can also be pretty entertaining on their own, with cartoony gags like the ghost getting high with the protagonists (complete with smoke-filled invisible lungs) and a series of silly The Exorcist homages towards the end of the movie. The major issue here is that these legitimately funny and genre-specific jokes are often accompanied by repetitive attempts at low-brow humor that you could find in any other cheap comedy.

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Not only are some of these painfully drawn out “jokes” incredibly unfunny, but they can also be remarkably offensive in some cases. There are some pretty insensitive allusions to sexual assault here, as well as a collection of secondary characters defined by negative racial stereotypes (even though I chuckled heartily when the Latina maid was revealed to have been faking her poor English the entire time).

Cinephiles often claim that increasingly sloppy writing led to audiences giving up on spoof movies, but the fact is that many of the more beloved examples of the genre contain some of the same issues as later films like A Haunted House – it’s just that we as an audience have (mostly) grown up and are now demanding more from our comedy. However, this isn’t the case everywhere, as – much like the Elves from Lord of the Rings – spoof movies never really died, they simply diminished.

A Haunted House made so much money that they immediately started working on a second one that released the following year (to even worse reviews), and the same team would later collaborate once again on yet another spoof, 50 Shades of Black. This kind of film clearly still exists and still makes a lot of money (especially here in Brazil), they just don’t have the same cultural impact that they used to in a pre-social-media-humor world.

At the end of the day, A Haunted House is no comedic masterpiece, failing to live up to the laugh-out-loud thrills of films like Scary Movie 3, but it’s also not the trainwreck that most critics made it out to be back in 2013. Comedy is extremely subjective, and while the raunchy humor behind this flick definitely isn’t for everyone, I still think that this satirical romp is mostly harmless fun that might entertain Found Footage fans that don’t take themselves too seriously.

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