Multiple choice

Wild Things

(1998)

The opening-credits Glades flyover followed by the Miami skyline made me expect this to be based on an Elmore Leonard novel, or at least Carl Hiaasen; it's not, but their spirit governs the proceedings.

For more than half of the 108 minutes, this seemed like a solid, sexy neonoir, but apart from a beautifully goofy turn as a lawyer by Bill Murray, I couldn't really see why so many people like it so much. Then it gets twisty, then it gets crazy, and I get it, but I've probably already said too much. One thing I will say: don't even think about skipping the end credits.