Sometimes certain movies can ruin actors for you. They can be the finest performer in the world, but they end up bound to a very specific performance in your mind. My brain refuses to see Willem Dafoe as anything but FBI Agent Paul Smecker from Boondock Saints, which has proven problematic in enjoying his films. Anamorph, as you can see from this trailer, seems like a decent, stylish piece of Fincher-esque crime fiction with a good serial killer hook. But all I see is Dafoe showing up at a mobster’s mansion in drag while a morbidly obese Italian man refers to him as “primo box”. You can see how this would ruin the tension. I plan on soldiering through my disturbing fixations when this comes out on April 18th though. Writer/director Henry Miller might just have something special here.
