Fatal Attraction review: An '80s erotic thriller is reimagined
The Paramount Plus series, an update of Adrian Lyne’s classic, stars Lizzy Caplan and Joshua Jackson

How do you solve a problem like Alex Forrest? The character, made (in)famous by Glenn Close in Adrian Lyne’s classic 1987 film Fatal Attraction, is clearly a problem. For who and why is the central tension at the heart of the film, yes, but more so in this fleshed-out reimagined television series where Lizzy Caplan (Fleishman Is In Trouble, Masters Of Sex) takes on Close’s iconic role of a scorned mistress turned crazed and violent stalker. Adapting that lightning rod of an ’80s erotic thriller for a 2020s audience is no easy feat, especially once you decide to forgo the contracted suspense a brisk two-hour run time affords you and settle on a lengthy eight-episode run. And while there’s plenty to admire in how Alexandra Cunningham and Kevin J. Hynes have approached the material, this Fatal Attraction, which premieres April 30 on Paramount+, feels hampered by its own structural conceit, turning the film’s original bombshell ending into its own narrative engine. (Speaking of that conceit, be warned that spoilers follow.)
It’s 2023, and Dan Gallagher (Joshua Jackson), a famed-and-later-disgraced DA in the Los Angeles area is hoping to get paroled 15 years after he was found guilty of murdering Alex Forrest (Caplan). They’d had an affair, that much is clear—and he’s now, belatedly, it seems, taking responsibility for what he was found guilty of. (Not a day goes by without him thinking about her, he admits.) Yet, once he’s out and trying to piece his life back together—including by meeting the young daughter he left behind—it’s clear that Dan has only one goal: prove once and for all that he didn’t kill Alex.
The series, then, begins with a whodunnit structure that then allows us enough of a frame to flash back to when an affable and charming (if slightly privileged and cocky) Dan first met a young woman working at Victim Services after she caught his eye one morning. The first few episodes of Paramount+’s steamy drama all focus mostly on Dan—how his upcoming promotion may bring him the prestige and career advancement he’s long coveted, how his future move out of his current home is set to tee him up for a perhaps unwelcome change of pace, and how that dashing curly-haired young woman seems to stay on his mind even when he’s focused on trying to nail prosecutions for murders in which the body may not ever show up. His is a story of how influence and affluence have set him up to succeed and get everything he’s always wanted. That is, until he doesn’t.
His eventual affair with Alex, we’re led to believe, is partly prompted by a failed promotion and a feeling of what we would rightly call a midlife crisis. Yet Dan is, we’re told over and over again, a good man. A righteous man. This is why so many of his colleagues are mildly weary of him; he’s too much of a golden boy. Here’s where Jackson’s casting seems perfect. While Caplan is handed the more difficult role (Alex needs to be a graspable cipher, a knowing enigma that begs to be solved), Jackson plays to his boyish charm; his Dan is a likable cad whose charm is always at risk of irking you were he not so earnest and sincere. In the present, this is what makes any attempts at clearing his name all the trickier. So few people are willing to help him. Sure, his fixer (Toby Huss) is still up for it. But for others, his eventual conviction felt like vindication: finally, some accountability for the kind of seemingly nice straight white guys who feel they can get away with anything—including murder.