7th Secret

This movie underscores the following, as long as the universe has supplied mankind with an ample supply of bimbos, then dirty deeds must be done. It's that simple.

This poorly done student film has this soft porn thing going on. It's a reminder that a fine line exists between working in the adult film industry and producing female fantasy films.

This actress tries so hard to look innocent, they must have forced her to watch porn films to get the perfect "deer In headlights" look on her face.

To be perfectly honest, I tend to wonder what is in the mind of actresses like this knowing her father and relatives will watch this movie.

Maybe that's part of their own real life fantasy...behaving like a naughty girl for the world to see!! This is called therapy, not a performance.

For a movie about fetishised spanking for sexual gratification, this is really rather dull, boring and quite "limp'.

It seems to have actresses from yesteryear mixed with daytime soap quality acting.

Nothing to reccomend here.

Reading the synopsis (a mere two lines of it) and seeing as it's categorized as a "thriller" I decided to watch the movie. After a few minutes and reading the contributions I decided to watch the last five minutes just to see what happens.

Frankly I am glad I didn't watch the whole movie. I found it pretty disgusting actually. If Marissa was kinky she should have told her husband long ago and maybe he could have fulfilled her fantasies or worst case scenario divorced her. I mean her final two sentences in the movie just made me hate it and her character even more.

I found everything about this pretty pathetic to be honest. I am not a stiff upper lipped person or anything but the concept of the movie I found to be tasteless. Anyway I am glad I did not waste my time watching it.

I have to say this offered no surprises nor thrills. Not a bad movie per se, but just a so-so waste of time. A woman falls under the spell of a mysterious man who offers her a life of forbidden pleasures. Guided by the mistresses of his secret club, she must choose to either resist and run or give in to her submissive side to fulfill her wildest fantasies. That's about all there is, only the mysteries are lukewarm and the pleasures are not as forbidden as they're made out to look. The lead character of 7th Secret, Marissa Kelly (Amanda Figueroa), doesn't tell her husband about her sexual kink. She wants to be spanked, but she's too ashamed to tell her upstanding, running for District Attorney husband Kris (Michael Patrick Lane). Watch it but don't expect too much.

The celluloid canvas is often adorned with tales of human passions and aspirations, and director Bridget Smith's "7th Secret" emerges as a masterpiece that navigates the intricate terrain of veiled yearnings, individual ambitions, and the enigmatic tapestry beneath the societal façade. It's an exploration of lives lived in the shadows, where societal expectations intersect with the fervent desires of the heart. Through its multi-layered storytelling, performances that transcend the ordinary, and an evocative score that orchestrates emotions, "7th Secret" weaves a tapestry that invites introspection, leaving the audience ruminating on the intricate labyrinth of secrets that govern our human journey.

Amanda Figueroa, in her portrayal of Marissa, takes the spotlight-a young wife ensnared in the complex interplay of desires and the political ambitions of Kris (Michael Patrick Lane), her husband. Figueroa's performance is a symphony of emotions, a ballet that dances between vulnerability and resilience, mirroring Marissa's internal turmoil. From her first encounter with Slade (Lukas Hassel), the enigmatic guide to her concealed yearnings, Figueroa's countenance becomes a tapestry on which Marissa's emotional journey is intricately woven. Her demeanor, a delicate interplay of subtlety and fervent intensity, metamorphoses into a channel for the tempest beneath her composed exterior to surge forth.

As Marissa embarks on her transformation from a mere follower of societal norms to a woman embracing the depths of her concealed desires, Figueroa's performance delves into the labyrinthine corridors of her evolution. The raw emotional tempest, poignant longing, and cathartic metamorphosis Figueroa brings to life resonate with authenticity, bequeathing Marissa a multifaceted and deeply relatable persona. Figueroa's nuanced artistry serves as an allegory for humanity's timeless odyssey of reconciling self-authenticity with the shackles of societal expectations.

In the embodiment of Slade, Lukas Hassel emerges as a magnetic enigma-a riddle poised on the precipice between charisma and mystery. Hassel's portrayal strikes an equilibrium between charm and enigma, rendering Slade a captivating catalyst propelling Marissa's awakening. The chemistry between Hassel and Figueroa begets palpable enchantment, a ballet of interactions that unfolds Marissa's profound awakening.

The enigmatic Natasha Henstridge, as Olivia, Slade's enigmatic consort, infuses the narrative with heightened complexity. Henstridge's embodiment weaves an enigmatic tapestry, lending the tale a layer of profound depth. Olivia's enigma, interwoven with her own concealed truths, becomes a mirror reflecting Marissa's expedition. Henstridge navigates Olivia's duality with finesse, sculpting a character that is both beguiling and disconcerting. The exchanges between Henstridge and Figueroa transpire as a beguiling ballet-a dance of concealed power dynamics and shared enigmas that resonates deeply.

The film's thematic confluence of desires, political ambitions, and societal roles forms a rich tapestry that reverberates with profound resonance. Michael Patrick Lane's portrayal of Kris, Marissa's husband, stands as a chiaroscuro to her emotional tempest. Kris's unwavering pursuit of political eminence serves as a counterpoint to Marissa's introspective journey, an enduring motif that ripples through the narrative, revealing the delicate dance between authenticity and societal expectations.

Visual aesthetics and auditory symphonies blend harmoniously, crafting an immersive realm for the audience to traverse. Bridget Smith's directorial finesse converges with the cinematographic artistry guided by Joseph Hennigan. The visual narrative oscillates between Marissa's façade of normalcy and the beguiling realm of concealed desires. Light, angles, and compositions choreograph a dance of subtext and symbolism, weaving a multilayered visual language that mirrors the labyrinthine minds of the characters and lends depth to the narrative.

As the curtains draw to a close, "7th Secret" lingers as a potent reminder of the layers that define our existence-the desires that lie dormant, the façades we craft, and the enigmas we guard. Through the canvas of cinema, the film bequeaths us a mirror to reflect upon our own journeys, inviting us to ponder the profound confluence of desires, aspirations, and the masks we wear in the theatre of life. It's a theatrical odyssey that resonates as a testament to the power of cinema to probe the depths of human psychology, charting the course of our yearnings, and awakening contemplation of the dualities that shape our very essence.