The movie traffics in a number of obvious signifiers: e.g., you know the cuckolded husband is sexless because he writes children’s books and wears spectacles conversely, you know Steven Bauer’s hot-to-trot because he has a firing range in his loft and occasionally takes Mickey out on his yacht so she can watch him massage cocoa butter all over his rippling, hairy chest and down his groin. Still, Thief of Hearts is too brainless to take the aforementioned bit of ideology half-way seriously. Herein lies the film’s coded reactionary message-woman, be the wife, dote on thy husband-as might be expected from director/writer Douglas Day Stewart, who was also responsible for the script to the anti-feminist An Officer and a Gentleman earlier in the decade. What is semi-interesting about the fallout from Bauer’s deceit is how it redounds on Mickey: she’s chided for creating in the first place the fantasy image Bauer so ably fulfills. Of course, eventually the guy’s got to be made out for the perv he is.
When he later poses as a client for Mickey’s interior decorating firm, it’s not long before “Thief of Hearts” Bauer has landed his conquest, and-shocker!-fallen in love. And he is: Bauer stays up nights paging voraciously through the journals, sweating during the naughtier bits, and taking notes on “Michelle’s” fantasy man, with the intent of using this information to seduce Mickey. The wife, Mickey (or “Michelle,” as she calls her sexual alter ego), naturally frets that the burglar is out there somewhere getting off on her journal entries. The film stars Steven Bauer as a hunky burglar who robs the manse of a well-to-do couple (Barbara Williams and John Getz) and accidentally makes off with the wife’s journals, which happen to contain her sultry sexual fantasies. The producing team of Jerry Bruckheimer and the late Don Simpson are responsible for this erotic thriller, so you know it’s “sexy” as a bad 80s music video and features overripe pop ballads with vaguely porny lyrics like, “Take the danger / take the pleasure / take the fear / Run sensations to the limit / Life’s so near” (these come courtesy of Harold Faltermeyer and Keith Forsey). This is one film I don't want to lose.A perfect title for a near-perfect piece of soft-core trash. I have an all region DVD player, so if I ever see a foreign copy of the film available on DVD, I will purchase that as back up. If you buy the DVD, make sure it includes scenes that are in the European version. Thankfully I met someone who has a system to transfer from VHS to DVD and I asked him to do that for me. I don't understand why the US DVD had to be cut. Which is why the DVD is shorter and some of the hotter sex scenes cut.especially the scenes between Bauer and Williams. I read the VHS box and it has a disclaimer that it contains some scenes that were in the European version. So I got the DVD and was surprised to find the time was shorter than the VHS version. When it came out on DVD I was glad because with the VHS players today, tapes have a tendency to get "eaten" and I didn't want to lose the film. Not sure what I would've done in that situation.Īnyway, I purchased a copy on VHS and was elated that the film I saw on cable was the film on tape. I still think she made a mistake sticking with her dork of a husband. I originally saw the movie on a cable movie channel.
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