She will not be ignored.
Glenn Close brings the heat (especially when boiling family pets … ba-dum-tss) as a woman more than a little cheesed when Michael Douglas ghosts her after a torrid weekend of extramarital bumping and grinding.
And look, while she certainly veers into psychosis, she has a point.
Douglas, working in his wheelhouse, is a pretty slimy guy hiding under the skin of a devoted family man.
Watching him get his comeuppance in this, and other contemporary films like Basic Instinct and Disclosure, was worth the price of admission.
See Michael sin. See Michael pay. See audience applaud.