Adrian Lyne made some of my favorite movies of all time, including 9 1/2 Weeks, Flashdance and Fatal Attraction.

His movies are shadowy and erotic. They make economical use of dialog and rely on settings and the story to move us.

But I'm kind of pissed at him right now because he made me cry for nearly an hour Friday night as I watched (for like the third time) Indecent Proposal.

Does anyone remember the scene in which Woody Harrelson realizes he's made a mistake, agreeing to let Robert Redford borrow his wife for a cool mill? He rushes into the elevator, smashing the buttons to get up to Redford's penthouse to go back on the agreement, and while he's pounding on the door screaming, "DEEEEEE!" they're playing this song by John Barry...

Shoot me now. Seriously. I mean, I know it was their own stupidity and greed that got them in the situation, but no matter how many times I see it, my cold little stone of a heart dissolves into miserable tears. And for that, Adrian Lyne, you are on my shit list.