#The Cutting Edge 1992

[ltbelanna]

THE CUTTING EDGE (1992) dir. Paul Michael Glaser, writ. Tony Gilroy

[90smovies]

[of-fear-and-love]

[bluecinephile]

the cutting edge (1992) newest jily variant for me.

[fallenangelontheceiling]

I'm watching The Cutting Edge (1992) right now and it is very bad and very sexist except for the parts that are AMAZING

[ennaih]

Every Film I Watch In 2023:

271. The Cutting Edge (1992) -- a rewatch

[feeblescholarmyass]

Chapter One

tags: skk, Osamu Dazai x Chuuya Nakahara, figure skating au, based on the movie The Cutting Edge (1992), Dazai is a bit of a brat, trans!Dazai, Chuuya is an ex hockey player, Chuuya is a bit of an asshole, Olympic figure skating, Ango as Dazai's legal guardian (trust me it had to be done. I had no other option. just trust me on this.)

note: because of characterisation purposes, I removed the original context of the very first scene. I've never seen Chuuya as a "player" kind of guy so the whole scene just felt unnatural. Expect similar edits due to characterisation later. If you enjoy, please leave a comment or reblog! Feel free to ask to be added to the tag list if you'd like to be notified for future updates!

thank you to my beta reader and wonderful boyfriend @ratty-rat-toot 🩷

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Chuuya groaned as an unfamiliar beeping noise pierced through the veil of sleep and into his consciousness. He buried his face deeper into his pillow, trying to ignore the aggravating noise. It only took a couple more seconds before he was done with it and forced himself to sit up, blearily looking around the room for the source of his irritation.

An alarm clock placed inconveniently far from his bed screamed at him, the mechanism shaking from the volume of the alarm. He grumbled a few curses under his breath as he slipped out of bed, the cold winter air clinging to his bare chest maliciously. He briefly regretted not having slept in the sweater he had been wearing the night before.

He slammed his fist down on the off button, then rubbed his eyes to get a better look at the time. As the red symbols faded into recognizable numbers, he felt his heart leap into his throat. No no nonononono. He had to be reading it wrong. It must have turned off in the middle of the night and reset itself. That was the only explanation he could think of for the numbers visible on the screen.

“SHIT!” He exclaimed. “I’m so fucking late!”

He panicked, shoving all his things in his duffel bag and pulling on his clothes, hands trembling as it hit him just how late he was. He had meant to set an alarm for nine a.m, but in his sleep-deprived and anxious state had somehow managed to instead set it for one. In the afternoon.

He stumbled to the door, practically pulling it off its hinges as he hurried outside and sprinted to the stadium.

Dazai felt the sting of the icy air against his palm. The hand of his partner did little to stave the creeping chill that threatened to ruin his flawless stance by forcing him to shiver (an unfortunate bodily function he had yet to find a way to circumvent).

While he managed to keep it together, his partner was another matter entirely. The lanky man had been growing increasingly clumsy the closer they drew to their performance. He made more and more mistakes and Dazai was starting to lose his patience.

As they twirled around the rink, Dazai noticed that his partner's grip on him begin to waver. Just when they were reaching the highlight of the routine, he felt the slip. The two tumbled around on the ice, barely catching themselves from crashing into a wall.

He couldn't help it when a frustrated cry bubbled up from his lips. If they couldn't get it perfect and quick, he could kiss his chance at the gold goodbye. And he needed that gold.

Mori groaned from the bleachers, his head in his hands. “This is the Olympics, Dazai. Thirty million people just called their families in from the kitchen to watch the replays. What do you think this is, Junior Pairs, ‘02?” He sighed exasperatedly.

Dazai wrinkled his nose at the man, not caring enough to hold his tongue. “It's not my fault he can't get a proper grip on me,” he sneered, shoving his thumb in the direction of his skating partner. “It's humiliating to work with someone so untalented.”

Before he could get another word in, his partner interjected. “She’s impossible to work with! If I'm not good enough for her, then no one is.” He complained, not even bothering to address Dazai. Instead, he spoke directly to Mori. Like that would fix anything.

Mori rubbed his temples. “Dazai, just give him a break. You two can't keep fighting like this if you want to look good for the judges. They'll be able to see the tension from miles away.”

“Well, until Hercules here learns how to lock his grip, I'm going to keep holding him accountable.” He shoved his partner away and skated off, not willing to put up with another moment of either of the men’s complaining. He was perfect. If something had to change, it needed to start with them.

He pulled himself off of the rink and removed his skates, already dreading the talk with Ango he knew was inevitable. He didn't need to hear that we was being difficult right now. That wouldn't help anything. All he wanted was to get back to his room and sleep like a rock until it was time for the performance.

Of course, fate had other plans. Before he could even finish packing his bag, Ango was already standing above him, looking exhausted.

“Dazai, you can't keep fighting every time you get on the ice,” he began. Dazai cut him off before the lecture could get going.

“I'm not going to apologize. If anyone needs to apologize, it would be him.” He spat, roughly shoving his arm into the sleeve of his coat.

“Dazai!” Ango attempted to reason with him, but Dazai was already out the door.

Chuuya didn't give himself a moment of rest after he made it past security. He sprinted at full speed towards the rink, berating himself in his head for being so late. The game had already started, and they needed him to win this. As he chided himself for being so stupid, he suddenly felt himself slam against something. It wasn't solid enough to be a wall, but definitely hurt like the devil.

He glanced in front of him, finding dark eyes glaring back up at him. Though the short, wavy haircut and boyish face gave him the impression that the person in front of him was one of the most delicate looking men he had ever seen, the sparkly skirt peeking out of their puffy coat suggested otherwise.

He ignored it, instead choosing to ask the real question. “Does this go up to the ice?” He huffed, clutching his bag close to his chest.

“What?” The person asked, glaring at him as they pulled their skates back into their arms.

“Does this go up to the ice!?” He repeated, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Is that all you have to say? What were you raised in, a barn!?” They responded, pushing themself up off the ground on their own.

“Doesn't fucking matter, is this the way to the ice or not?!” He cried, starting to get frustrated with this gender ambiguous brat.

“Yes! God…” They muttered in response. Chuuya didn't stick around to hear any other complaints. He scrambled to the rink, getting on his gear as fast as he could before finally getting called into the game.

The second he hit the ice, he felt everything click into place. The cheering of the crowd, the glide of his feet slipping effortlessly over the ice, and the shoving back and forth of the players as they fought for the puck was exactly what he loved about hockey. And with how many teams were practically begging for him to join them after the Olympics were over, it was clear that hockey loved him back.

He took a deep breath, the smell of sweat and the cold sinking in through his lungs to his very soul. He felt so perfectly focused, like he was right where he was meant to be. Then the whistle blew again and he was off.

He had a straight shot. Everything was perfectly lined up; all he needed was to make the move and they would catch up to the other team’s lead from before he had arrived. Just as he swung his stick, he felt another player slam into his side. It was too late. There was nothing left to stop the goal. But the force of the impact sent him flying sideways into the wall.

His head slammed into the glass. He hit it at just the wrong angle. His helmet flew off and everything went black.

Dazai could practically taste victory as he watched the couple before them skate off the rink. The lights focused on him and his partner as they made their way towards the center. They stood for a moment, the tension between the two of them as cold and solid as the ice they stood on. Then their cue went off and the music started.

He let his anger melt during their dance. There's no point in staying angry when the judges– and world –are watching.

He let his partner lead him in their dance, twirling and bending him to just uncomfortable enough lengths for it to be impressive.

They continued on, both feeling the pressure of the impending climax of their routine. The problem spot, as Mori so affectionately called it.

The hands on his waist tugged at his stomach in the usual dysphoric manner, but there was something else there. Something heavier. Something worse.

The pull of gravity on him seemed to increase as his feet left the ground. His palms interlocked with his partners failed to reassure him and he felt the jolt of panic hit him like a tidal wave. He was going to fall.

He tried to find something to stabilize himself with. His skates dug into the skin of his partner's back. Then he fell. The lights followed him to the ground, the cheers of the crowd going quiet. He felt that familiar sting of humiliation prick at his heart and his tear ducts. He had ruined everything.

Chuuya’s leg bounced up and down as he watched the doctor anxiously. He probably hadn't blinked for a good two minutes.

The doctor sighed and straightened the stack of papers on her desk. She set them down and folded her hands, resting her chin on her knuckles. “For the record, you've lost eighteen degrees of vision in your right eye. In most cases, it would be considered an inconvenience, but for a hockey player-”

“So how long until it comes back?” He asked, the bouncing of his leg picking up speed.

She grimaced, placing her hands on the table, trying to look comforting. “You had extreme trauma to your-”

“How. Long.” Chuuya growled, leaning closer. His grip tightened on his knee and he could feel his nails digging into the skin.

She didn't respond for a long moment, looking as if she was struggling to find the right words. Then, she sighed. “You've got a blindside, Chuuya. It's a permanent condition. I don't see professional hockey in your future.”

It was like time stopped. He could practically hear his hopes and dreams shattering into a million tiny pieces. He wanted to argue, insist there had to be some sort of operation they could do to get it back, but the look on her face told him everything he needed to know.

There wasn't an operation. There wasn't anything they could do. There wasn't hockey in his future. It was over.

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[i-heart-schlock]

“You are an immature asshole of the lowest order.”

“If it was forty below and that button meant the difference between a long satisfying life and a cold horrible death from hypothermia, I still wouldn't give you the satisfaction! Skate!”

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Cutting Edge (1992)

As far as formulaic romantic comedies go, you could do far worse than The Cutting Edge. The leads are appealing and the sports angle does add a bit of zip to the recipe… but at the end of the day, it’s still a formulaic romantic comedy. You can predict every beat of this story minutes in.

Kate Moseley (Moira Kelly) is a spoiled but talented figure skater whose attitude has driven away every one of her partners. Doug Dorsey was the captain of the U.S. ice hockey team until a head injury forced him to retire and killed his olympic dreams. When Kate’s coach, Anton Pamchenko (Roy Dotrice) decides to recruit the former hockey star as Kate’s partner for the upcoming 1992 Olympics, it looks like a bad idea. They clash constantly. They can’t stand each other… but their animosity means neither will be the first to quit.

I should let you write the rest of this review. Do I have to tell you that Doug is a ladies’ man, that Kate is engaged to a man she has nothing in common with, that a turning point in the story has her breaking off her engagement to try and seduce Doug but that when she goes to apologize to him the next morning she finds him in bed with a rival skater, prompting a big argument? That’s all obvious, as are the reasons why they don’t initially get along. Kate is a prima donna who considers hockey a sport for oafs. Doug thinks figure skating is for girls and is embarassed to admit what he’s doing to his older brother. Of course. Is there any other way they could behave? Not in these types of movies.

Once the initial friction subsides and the pair begins competing to attend the Olympics, things don’t get any less conventional. Even when the movie tries to fool you into thinking it’ll do the unexpected, you know better. For crying out loud, the way characters are introduced or what they look like tells you exactly what part they’ll play in this story.

Following a formula doesn’t necessarily make a bad movie but this film isn’t an early example of the rom-com genre; it came out in 1992 when we were far too familiar with the tropes to be satisfied with the basics once again. That said, there is a certain charm to this tried-and-true formula. I couldn't hate the movie because it doesn’t do anything badly. Usually, these plots have to jump through all sorts of contrived hoops to go the way they do and this one does not. It’s a lot more grounded than expected. There is also the appeal of seeing well-performed figure skating routines shot from the perfect angle, featuring people we actually know. This keeps you invested enough to keep watching despite knowing well in advance what the ending will be.

The worst thing about The Cutting Edge is that it’s basic. This is the sort of movie you’d see as a kid or young teen and enjoy. For years, you'd be dumbfounded, wondering why others don’t share the same enthusiasm for it that you do. Over the years, you’d realize why. This has all been done before and better. For that reason, I can’t recommend The Cutting Edge, but it’s a near miss. (On DVD, October 3, 2021)

[vampirecorleone]

Appreciation for WHITE fashion in TV & Film: The Mask (1994) | Wild Wild West (1999) | The Seven Year Itch (1955) | Marie Antoinette (2006) | The Cutting Edge (1992) | Crossroads (2002) | Black Swan (2010) | The Prince and the Showgirl (1957) | Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) | Kill Bill (2003) | Passion Play (2010) | Gossip Girl (2007) | The Legend of Tarzan (2016) | Roman Holiday (1953) | The Little Mermaid (1989) | Miss Congeniality (2000) | Paradise Hills (2019) | The Godfather (1972) | Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970) | Edward Scissorhands (1990) | War and Peace (1956) | I, Tonya (2017) | Mary Poppins (1964) | Dracula (2013) | Cinderella (1950) | The Invitation (2022) | The Girl Next Door (2004) | Gone with the Wind (1939) | Scarface (1983) | Legally Blonde (2001)

[cinematv]

THE CUTTING EDGE (1992) dir. Paul Michael Glaser

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THE CUTTING EDGE (1992)  dir. Paul Michael Glaser

[walkawaytall]

I am somewhat loving the Y2K/Crowdstrike comparisons, but that general idea did bring something to mind:

The only reason Y2K didn't end up being a thing is because programmers worked for like a decade to fix code. My mom worked for a small software company in the late-80s and early-90s, and she said that they were discussing a game plan for Y2K by like 1992. And I just feel like that sort of care and foresight with technology has evaporated in such a short period of time.

Making everything cloud-based has resulted in incomplete products being pushed into production because they can always be patched or updated later, but companies want the dollars the purchases will bring in now. And, I'm not saying that's what caused the Crowdstrike thing. But I do think the "We can just push an update sometime" attitude has caused a lot of loosening of standards when it comes to software and online services. Customers are acting as unwilling beta testers for products and services that, in the past, would have been fully tested before going into production, and it is 1000% driven by greed and need for immediate profitability and remaining on the cutting edge of technology rather than a sustainable business model based around quality products.

I'm not even entirely sure what I'm rambling about. I just hate that I feel like in my short 36 years on this planet, I've somehow seen technology at its best evolve into technology at its worst over a period of maybe two decades. It bums me out.

[of-fear-and-love]

Training montage from The Cutting Edge (1992)

[whereserpentswalk]

Every ten years, some of the most powerful beings in the multiverse bet on the life of an average human.

They've been doing it since humans evolved sentience, it's become tradition at this point. Azarath angel of war and fire. Opheria high lady of the autumn fae. Eoauiioaie old one of dreams and eater of planets. Drehn the dragon at the edge of time. Kalhesh demon of the unbreakable chain. Haramare the parasite that eats the bodies of dead universes. And many others, some of whom I can't even describe here, all gather to make their bets.

They pick a human by rolling millions of dice until they find someone who matches the DNA sequence generated. Then they'll begin to watch them, watch their little moves, their daily tasks, their relationships, everything about them. And they'll start making bets, on little things at the start of the year, on what they'll have for breakfast. On if they'll make the train on time. On what dreams they'll have when they sleep. But as time extends they start getting more and more invested, and they'll bet on the big things, if they'll ask out their crush, if they'll get that promotion, in some dark circumstances if they'll die.

There are only two rules. Nobody can use their powers to effect the person's life. And the human in question cannot be aware of extra dimensional being. The person is just living their normal life, and they're observing, seeing with baited breath what will happen, not knowing.

It's 2022, they're betting on a university student living in Tokyo. She's been burnt out for days, everyone is waiting intently to see if she finishes her papers in time. The multiverse cheers when she does. She passes all of her classes, does well, though feels the pain of a few sleepless nights. Despite her worst fears and insecurities she's quite intelligent, and all her paranoias prove to be illusions of the mind.

It's 2012, they're betting on a teenager living in the Midwestern US. They're considering coming out to their parents but they don't at the last momment. Some cheer because they remained safe and weren't hurt by their father. Some weep because they've waited even longer to come out now. They're still in the closest when they stop being followed on New Years Eve, their parents never accept them, they end up moving to Chicago for college and cutting off contact years after the contest ends.

It's 2002, they're better on a hunter living in the forests on South America, one of the few people left on the earth not to know of the colonizers and the empires of the west, though he's still felt their effects. He's almost ambushed by a python, everyone waits with baited breath hoping he survives. By all luck he does and the multiverse cheers. He'll die a few days after the contest ends, meeting a westerner for the first time, and meeting a western bullet for the first time, as he was considered to be "trespassing" on a private farm.

It's 1992, they're betting on an elderly man living in the suburbs of St. Petersburg, he comes home one night to find out that his beloved cat has died. He weeps and the multiverse weeps with him. Nobody could have known the cat was in danger, so no bets were made on her, but everyone weeps anyway, it is November, and the multiverse knew her well. Throughout halls of civilizations the old man will never know the cat is mourned, entities from countless worlds wishing things could have gone differently.

The contest is always broadcast to the entire multiverse. The faeries, and the old ones, and the demons and the angels, and all other manner of creature, always know. The ones making the bets always root for their predictions to come true, but those who are always watching tend to hope for the best outcome. They become so invested in everyone's lives, hoping everything is ok for them, loving the people they watch in a way those being watched will never truly know.

They say it's to keep them humble. So that the faeries, and the angels, and the dragons, and the elder horrors will all know in a way what it's like to be human, and know to care for those so much less powerful then them.

[lesmana-enterprise-ltd]

Our Story, Meet the Lesmanas.

Meet the Lesmanas—the family behind the powerhouse that is Lesmana Enterprise. As the driving force behind one of the Simworld's most influential companies, they blend tradition with cutting-edge innovation. Led by patriarch Kieran Lesmana, every member of the family plays a crucial role in sustaining their empire’s global reach. From Tyo, the poised heir, to Mia and Amira carving their own paths, they embody the essence of wealth, influence, and responsibility. The Lesmanas are more than a family—they are the foundation and future of the enterprise.

(Left)

Kieran Agung Lesmana Birthdate: March 12, 1966 (58 years old) Occupation: CEO and Chairman of Lesmana Enterprise

As the head of Lesmana Enterprise, Kieran oversees the massive business empire that his family has built. He's a shrewd and pragmatic leader with a vision for the company that spans decades. Despite his strict and focused demeanor in business, Kieran often finds himself enjoying his late-stage life, yet he maintains control over his image as the powerful patriarch of the Lesmana family.

(Right)

Seo-Yeon Lee

Birthdate: October 7, 1997 (26 years old) Occupation: Celebrity and Shareholder in Lesmana Enterprise.

Seo-Yeon, the wife of Kieran, is a social media sensation and an ex-Spop artist. Her role within the Lesmana family has elevated her into elite circles, but she maintains a vibrant public persona. She often enjoys the luxuries being a new Lesmana offers, but behind the glamorous facade, she’s sharp and calculating when it comes to maintaining her status.

(Left)

Tyo Saputra Lesmana

Birth Date: January 12, 1989 (35 years old) Occupation: Chief Operating Officer (COO) of Lesmana Enterprise

Tyo Saputra Lesmana is the eldest son and COO of Lesmana Enterprise. The chosen heir to lead the family business, Tyo balances corporate pragmatism with family tradition. A firm but steady leader, he works to shape the future of the enterprise while maintaining the family's legacy. Married to Clara, he’s often the anchor in family affairs, though the weight of the business constantly looms over him.

(Right)

Clara Ivanova Lesmana

Birth Date: April 17, 1990 (34 years old) Occupation: International Lawyer

Clara Ivanova Lesmana, born into a multicultural heritage of Indonesian, Russian, and Ukrainian descent, is Tyo's no-nonsense wife. With her international legal expertise, she brings a sharp perspective to the family. Clara's strong demeanor complements her role as a devoted mother and wife while navigating the intricate dynamics of the Lesmana family.

(Left)

Anindita Dianti Lesmana

Birth Date: February 7, 1992 (32 years old)

Occupation: CEO of Lesmana-Unternehmen Windenburg AG  

Anindita, also called “Anin” serves as the Lead of the Enterprise’s projects in Windenburg such as The Windenburg Royal Cathedral Restoration Project. Her work focuses on historical preservation and infrastructure projects. With a strong sense of family tradition, she is respected for her meticulous attention to detail.

(Right)

Arthur-Satria Lesmana

Birth Date: August 1, 1996 (age 28) Occupation: Chief Creative Officer (CCO) of Lesmana Enterprise

Arthur-Satria Lesmana heads the creative division at Lesmana Enterprise, responsible for marketing, branding, and the company’s public image. Known for his vibrant, carefree lifestyle and connections to the world of influencers, models, and pop culture, Arthur brings a modern flair to the family business. While his approach sometimes clashes with the more traditional values of the family, his innovative strategies have helped keep Lesmana Enterprise relevant to a younger demographic.

(Left)

Mia Citra Lesmana

Birth Date: January 15, 2004 (20 years old) Occupation: Influencer and Shareholder in Lesmana Enterprise

As Kieran’s fourth child, Mia is still figuring out her path in life but enjoys the perks of being part of the Lesmana family. She’s currently pursuing a degree at Del Sol Valley State University while being an active Simstagram influencer. Known for her luxury lifestyle, Mia enjoys her status but can be perceived as tone-deaf when it comes to the reality outside her bubble of wealth.

(Right)

Amira Malinda Lesmana

Birth Date: June 7, 2008 (16 years old) Occupation: Student and Shareholder in Lesmana Enterprise

The youngest of the Lesmana family, Amira is still in school and balancing her life between being a teenager and growing up in a powerful family. She is slowly gaining traction as a social media personality, often appearing in Del Sol Valley events and sharing glimpses of her life online. Despite her privileged upbringing, Amira is exploring her identity and figuring out where she fits into the family's empire.

(Left)

Liam Mas Lesmana

Birth Date: June 16, 2016 (8 years old) Occupation: Elementary School Student

The eldest child of Tyo Saputra and Clara Ivanova Lesmana, Liam is growing up under the guidance of his ambitious parents. He's intelligent, a bit mischievous, and already shows signs of being quite the negotiator like his father. Liam enjoys being the center of attention among the younger generation of Lesmanas and is often seen shadowing his father during corporate visits.

(Right)

Rania Putri Lesmana Birth Date: February 10, 2019 (5 years old) Occupation: Kindergarten Student

The youngest member of the Lesmana family, Rania is a playful, curious child with a bright personality. She's doted on by her older sibling, aunts and uncles, always the center of affection in the family. Rania is already learning how to balance her mixed cultural heritage and often mimics her mother Clara's no-nonsense attitude in a more innocent way.