Is there such a thing as a totally persuasive thriller? One that doesn’t cheat by intentionally withholding information or deliberately misleading you or playing fast and loose with character? Perhaps there is, but all too often you end up with questions such as “How could he have known this?” and “Why would she have done that?” Still, most of us are ready to grab at any hook to suspend our disbelief from; even so, doubts creep in. They creep all over Sea of Love, but the film is fun to watch.
It seems that the connection among several New York City murders is that each victim was a man who advertised for female companionship in the personals of New York Weekly, and, what’s more, advertised in verse. God knows there are few enough lonely hearts who espouse verse for their solicitations, and even fewer souls who care enough about poetry to shoot those who abuse it in the head at point-blank range. But it seems there is a young woman who— apparently out of some less justifiable motive than love of poetry—does dispatch lyrically lustful swains in that manner, and itisupto detectives Frank Keller from Manhattan and his new partner, Sherman Touhey from Queens (site of one of the murders), to track down a killer who must be quite a woman judging by the alacrity with which the victims admitted her to their apartments.
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