![]() ![]() One that baldly establishes the film’s willingness to deviate strongly from the source material, particularly in its heightening of the primordial horny dread-which is Jungian, Freudian, and probably every other -ian in the book-that fuels every kind of were-animal tale. The juxtaposition of the images is blunt but effective: We know the animal lurks within this woman. ![]() Then a quick cut to the present day on the face of Irena (Nastassja Kinski), in a close-up that encourages the association of her eyes with those of the powerful feline in the prior scene. Leopards hang from the trees, while a human tribe escorts a beautiful young woman up to the cave of what one assumes to be a particularly special leopard for some forbidden loving. Set to the background of a profoundly bright brick red, which is soon revealed to be a desert jungle-scape, Giorgio Moroder’s primal synth score prepares us for an erotic blowout that overtly literalizes the Cat People conceit for the sake of a little soft-porn fun. The opening credits of Cat People immediately insist that director Paul Schrader isn’t interested in merely reprising the iconic 1942 horror film directed by Jacques Tourneur and produced by Val Lewton.
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