My quick rating - 4.3/10. Bight opens with people washing blood off themselves in a shower, immediately making you wonder what terrible decisions led to this point. Thankfully, the film intends to answer that question. Although getting there required me sitting through enough pretentious conversation to make me wish someone would get murdered a lot sooner.
After the bloody cold open, the credits roll over an artsy montage involving ropes, photography, and enough bondage imagery to let you know exactly where we are going. We then meet Atticus (Cameron Cowperthwaite) and Charlie (Maiara Walsh), a couple attempting to get ready for a party. Their biggest challenge isn't picking an outfit. It's managing to stop arguing long enough to leave the house.
When they finally arrive, we meet the hosts, Naomi (Maya Stojan) and Sebastian (Mark Hapka). Apparently, their definition of a wild party is inviting exactly two other people over. I've had family dinners with more attendees than this supposed social gathering.
From there, Bight spends a significant amount of time having its characters discuss art, photography, work, and whatever else comes to mind. Every conversation feels loaded with sexual tension, which is hardly surprising considering the film quickly reveals these four have a rather complicated history together. Orgy. Before long, Naomi and Sebastian are suggesting another round of swinging under the convenient cover of posing for photos and paintings. If the audience somehow misses that detail, the movie helpfully provides flashbacks just to make sure we are caught up.
One thing that was driving me nuts - the dialogue is painfully self-important, especially whenever Sebastian opens his mouth. Hapka does a good job portraying an arrogant jerk, but that doesn't necessarily mean spending time with him is enjoyable. On the positive side, Maiara Walsh pulls double duty as director and star, and she's easily my standout performer. Charlie has the most complicated mental journey in the film, and Walsh handles it well.
Oddly enough, despite being marketed as an erotic thriller and drowning in sexual tension, Bight contains hardly any nudity beyond a brief montage during the opening credits. And when I saw that ice cube scene, I knew Walsh had recently flipped on Nine 1/2 Weeks and thought, "We have to do that."
To the film's credit, the psychological tension does arrive, and the thriller elements finally start kicking in. We do circle back to that opening shower scene, and the fallout between the characters becomes far more interesting than their endless discussions about art.
In the end, Bight works well enough as a relationship thriller, but it never pushes far enough to become memorable. The performances are solid, and the tension is there. Unfortunately, the film often feels more fascinated with appearing provocative than actually being provocative. Even the bondage elements that tried so hard to shock end up feeling way too tame.
Much like the artwork its characters obsess over, Bight spends a lot of time trying to convince you how daring it is. Whether you buy into that is totally up to you. I didn't.
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