Inevitably marketed being a titillating kink-fest, Steven Shainberg’s 2002 indie film was at reality a smartly layered drama that is emotional those viewers used because of the poster image associated with stockinged feet and shapely posterior of the mystical high heel-wearing seductress would get a little bit of a surprise.
Stockings, high heel shoes and adventurousness that is sexual certainly play a main component in Secretary’s plot, but more as a way of checking out the damaged psyches of the two primary figures than arousing boyish excitement in its market. The storyline follows Maggie Gyllenhall’s name character, a social outcaste and self-harmer, as she gets employment for – and promptly embarks for a relationship with – a legal professional played by James Spader (whom, having additionally starred in Intercourse, Lies and Videotape and Crash, has quietly amassed his very own impressive oeuvre of thoughtful films about intimate compulsion). This is simply not your typical Hollywood love though: in the place of swooning and sweet nothings we have mousetraps, whips and a range of erotically-charged humiliations.
The pair’s burgeoning BDSM relationship is presented as unabashedly that is bizarre without any little humour – but in addition as heartfelt and sweet, a type of therapy for the two emotionally stunted people who correspondingly harbour buildings about energy, pity and transgression.