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Natural enemy in the family

artur.sumarokov06/09/25 12:0775

The 1990s were a golden era for erotic, melodramatic, and corporate thrillers, films that now, nearly three decades later, appear as genuine artifacts of a bygone cinematic landscape. Yet, these movies retain a surprising vitality, capable of standing in for any contemporary streaming release with ease. In essence, they differ little from today’s offerings, save for the absence of the pervasive diversity quotas that dominate modern productions. Back then, Hollywood and independent filmmakers alike churned out stories laced with psychological tension, sexual undercurrents, and boardroom intrigue, often blending genres in ways that felt fresh and daring. Think of classics like "Basic Instinct" or "Disclosure," where corporate ladders intertwined with personal betrayals, or "Single White Female" and "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle," which explored domestic invasions with a mix of sensuality and suspense. These films captured the anxieties of the post-Cold War era: economic booms masking personal insecurities, the rise of yuppie culture, and the blurring lines between professional ambition and predatory behavior. They were unapologetically adult-oriented, reveling in moral ambiguity without the need for overt social messaging. Directors like Paul Verhoeven, Barbet Schroeder, and even lesser-known figures such as Douglas Jackson tapped into this vein, creating works that prioritized narrative twists, strong performances, and atmospheric dread over special effects or franchise potential. In retrospect, the decade’s thrillers often feel more authentic because they weren’t beholden to algorithmic audience testing or inclusivity mandates; they simply aimed to thrill, seduce, and unsettle. This authenticity is why revisiting them today can be so rewarding—they remind us of a time when cinema trusted viewers to handle complexity without hand-holding.

One such overlooked gem from this period is Douglas Jackson’s "Natural Enemy," a 1996 HBO original that exemplifies the era’s penchant for intimate, character-driven suspense. In the film, stockbroker Ted Welsh, played with seasoned gravitas by Donald Sutherland, finds himself in a precarious situation when he agrees to shelter a charming young employee from his firm named Jeremy. Jeremy, portrayed by the intense William McNamara, initially seems like the ideal houseguest: polite, ambitious, and eager to learn the ropes of the cutthroat financial world. But as the story unfolds, cracks begin to appear in Jeremy’s facade, revealing layers of deception that threaten not just Ted’s career but his entire family life. The setup is classic 90s thriller fare—a seemingly benevolent act spirals into paranoia and danger, echoing the domestic invasion tropes popularized in films like "Pacific Heights" or "Unlawful Entry." Jackson, a Canadian director known for his efficient, no-frills approach to genre filmmaking (with credits including "The Paperboy" and "The Perfect Husband"), keeps the pacing steady and the visuals grounded, avoiding the over-the-top flourishes that might date the production further. Shot primarily in Montreal, the movie benefits from a claustrophobic suburban setting that amplifies the sense of isolation and impending doom. The production values, while modest for an HBO venture, hold up remarkably well, with cinematography that emphasizes shadowy interiors and tense close-ups to heighten the psychological unease.

What elevates "Natural Enemy" beyond a standard potboiler is its robust ensemble cast, who infuse the material with depth and nuance. Donald Sutherland, in one of his many underrated supporting turns from the era, embodies Ted as a man torn between paternal instinct and professional wariness. His performance captures the quiet desperation of a middle-aged executive navigating the excesses of 90s capitalism, where trust is a commodity as volatile as the stock market. Lesley Ann Warren, as Ted’s wife Sandy, brings a layer of vulnerability and resilience, her chemistry with Sutherland grounding the familial dynamics in believable emotion. Warren, fresh off roles in films like "Clue" and "Burglar," excels in portraying a woman caught in the crossfire of male ambition and hidden agendas. William McNamara, however, steals the show as Jeremy, channeling a mix of boyish charm and simmering menace that recalls young antagonists in thrillers like "The Good Son." His portrayal draws on the archetype of the enigmatic interloper, a figure that disrupts the status quo and forces characters to confront uncomfortable truths. Supporting players, including Joe Pantoliano as a skeptical colleague and Christian Tessier in a smaller role, add texture to the corporate milieu, making the office scenes feel lived-in and authentic. Pantoliano, in particular, brings his signature wisecracking energy, providing brief moments of levity amid the mounting tension.

Structurally, the film adheres to the conventions of its genre, building suspense through incremental revelations. By around the 30-minute mark, Jackson steers the narrative toward a pivotal plot twist that’s somewhat foreseeable for seasoned thriller fans—yet it’s executed with enough finesse to maintain engagement. What sets "Natural Enemy" apart are its bolder, more audacious detours, including a couple of wildly provocative sequences that nod heavily to Pier Paolo Pasolini’s 1968 masterpiece "Teorema." In Pasolini’s film, a mysterious visitor seduces and transforms an entire bourgeois family, exposing their hypocrisies and desires. Jackson borrows this motif, infusing Jeremy’s presence with a subtle erotic charge that blurs the lines between mentorship, manipulation, and something far more primal. These moments, though not as philosophically dense as Pasolini’s work, inject a layer of intellectual intrigue into what could otherwise be a straightforward cat-and-mouse game. They explore themes of adoption, identity, and repressed trauma, drawing from real-world debates about sealed adoption records and the psychological scars they can leave. Jeremy’s backstory, revealed gradually, adds a tragic dimension, transforming him from mere villain to a product of systemic failures. This thematic richness aligns with other 90s thrillers that delved into personal histories as catalysts for chaos, such as "Sleeping with the Enemy" or "Fear," but Jackson’s take feels more grounded in emotional realism.

Despite its strengths, "Natural Enemy" isn’t without flaws. The script, penned by Kevin Bernhardt, occasionally veers into predictability, with dialogue that prioritizes exposition over subtlety. Some character motivations feel contrived, particularly in the latter acts where the stakes escalate into outright confrontation. Critically, the film received mixed reception upon its straight-to-video release, with some reviewers praising its taut direction and performances while others dismissed it as formulaic or even exploitative. User reviews on platforms like IMDb often highlight the strong acting but criticize the telegraphed twists and what some perceive as a "cruel" tone, especially in its treatment of family dynamics and women’s roles. One viewer noted the film’s black humor and excitement, appreciating McNamara’s intense portrayal of an adoptee seeking revenge, yet lamented its potentially stigmatizing view of adoption. Another compared it unfavorably to deeper revenge tales, arguing it prioritizes thrills over meaningful commentary. These critiques underscore a common issue with 90s genre films: they entertained first and foremost, sometimes at the expense of nuance. Yet, in the context of today’s streaming landscape—dominated by algorithm-driven content like "The Night Agent" or "Fool Me Once," which recycle similar plots with added diversity checkboxes—"Natural Enemy" holds its own. It lacks the polished sheen of modern productions but compensates with raw energy and unfiltered storytelling.

A standout element that redeems much of the film’s occasional banality is its soundtrack, particularly a lush, melancholic track by Natalie Taylor. Her song, woven into key emotional beats, infuses the proceedings with a poignant tragic melody that elevates the overall tone. Taylor’s vocals, rich with vulnerability, mirror the characters' inner turmoil, providing a sonic counterpoint to the visual suspense. This musical choice exemplifies how 90s thrillers often used evocative scores to amplify mood—think of the haunting themes in "The Silence of the Lambs" or "Se7en." In "Natural Enemy," it serves as a emotional anchor, preventing the narrative from descending into pure schlock.

Revisiting "Natural Enemy" today, it’s clear why 90s thrillers like this endure as viable alternatives to contemporary fare. They embody a cinematic purity: focused on human frailties, unburdened by corporate mandates for representation or global appeal. Douglas Jackson’s direction, while not revolutionary, is competent and assured, delivering a thriller that’s even-keeled yet capable of surprising jolts. The film’s exploration of trust, betrayal, and hidden identities resonates in an age of online personas and corporate espionage scandals. For fans of the genre, it’s a worthwhile dive into the archives, offering 90 minutes of solid entertainment that feels both nostalgic and timeless. In a sea of streaming sameness, movies like this remind us that sometimes, the artifacts of the past outshine the novelties of the present. Whether you’re drawn to the stellar cast, the Pasolini-inspired undertones, or simply the thrill of the chase, "Natural Enemy" proves that the 1990s' brand of suspense still has teeth.

Expanding further on the cultural context, the 1990s marked a transitional period in Hollywood, where the excesses of the 1980s gave way to more introspective, character-focused narratives. Economic prosperity fueled stories about upward mobility and its pitfalls, with corporate thrillers often serving as metaphors for personal ambition gone awry. Films like "Wall Street" set the stage in the late 80s, but the 90s amplified this with psychological depth. "Natural Enemy" fits neatly into this subgenre, portraying the brokerage world as a breeding ground for deceit. Ted’s profession as a stockbroker isn’t just window dressing; it symbolizes the era’s fascination with financial risk and reward, where one bad investment—or in this case, one misguided act of kindness—can lead to ruin. Jackson cleverly uses office scenes to build tension, showing how professional hierarchies bleed into personal lives, a theme echoed in contemporaries like "The Firm" or "Boiler Room."

The erotic elements, though subdued compared to steamier 90s entries like "Sliver" or "Body of Evidence," add a layer of sensuality that’s integral to the plot. Jeremy’s allure isn’t overt, but McNamara’s performance hints at a seductive undercurrent, making his integration into Ted’s home feel both inviting and insidious. This dynamic plays into the decade’s exploration of homoerotic tensions in male-dominated environments, subtly challenging traditional notions of mentorship and rivalry. The reference to Pasolini’s "Teorema" isn’t explicit in the film, but the parallels are striking: both feature an enigmatic figure who upends a family’s equilibrium through intimacy and revelation. In "Natural Enemy," this manifests in moments of raw confrontation that push boundaries, blending melodrama with thriller conventions for a uniquely unsettling experience.

Critically, the film’s horror elements—listed in its genres alongside crime and drama—emerge in its latter half, with sequences that veer into slasher territory without fully committing. This hybrid approach was common in 90s video releases, allowing directors like Jackson to experiment within budget constraints. The result is a movie that’s more psychological than gory, focusing on the terror of betrayal rather than jump scares. User feedback often praises this restraint, with one reviewer calling it "exciting and well-acted," while another decries its "sadistic" undertones. Such polarization is typical of the era’s output, where films weren’t designed for universal appeal but for niche audiences craving edge.

In terms of legacy, "Natural Enemy" remains a cult item among thriller enthusiasts, available on various platforms for those willing to seek it out. Its straight-to-video status, common for HBO originals of the time, doesn’t diminish its craft; if anything, it highlights the democratizing effect of home video, which allowed gems like this to find viewers outside theaters. Compared to today’s streamers, where algorithms bury similar content, the 90s model feels refreshingly accessible. The film’s themes of adoption and identity also presciently touch on modern discussions about mental health and family secrets, making it relevant beyond its era.

Ultimately, Douglas Jackson’s "Natural Enemy" encapsulates the best of 1990s thrillers: taut, actor-driven, and unafraid to delve into dark territories. With its strong performances, thematic depth, and that haunting Natalie Taylor track, it stands as a testament to why these "artifacts" continue to captivate. In a world of endless content, sometimes the old guard delivers the most satisfying chills.

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