Review Date: August 05, 2001
Director: Michael Christofer
Writer: Michael Christofer
Producers: Denise DiNovi, Kate Guinzburg, Carol Lees
Angelina Jolie as Julia Russel
Antonio Banderas as Louis Durand
Thomas Jane as Billy
Then of course, you have the case of the "patsy" husband, a man who just can't seem to figure out anything in time. I mean...how boring is that for the audience? You're watching this guy screw up time after time after time, and somehow, we're supposed to feel sorry or care about this dude. No, thanks! And if we don't care about him, and we really don't care about her (she's a beeyatch and as confused as we are about her actual motivations in the film), who the hell are we supposed to care about in this film? Well, I'll tell you. The only thing that I was worrying about the whole way through this picture was whether or not I'd actually fall asleep before the end credits rolled. No suspense, no chemistry between the leads, no real love or passion, no sense of surprise, plenty of plot holes for everyone and an extra moronic ending. So why am I even giving this film a rating of three points? Well, it's actually pretty simple. I liked the locations in the movie and the groovy score, but my primary reason for slipping three notches onto this bedpost is for the gratuitous shots of Jolie's boobies (that's two points right there!) and another one for Antonio's ass (hairless, just for the record). Everything else in this movie was pointless, boring and just plain stupid. Try imagining a soft-porn movie...but without the plot! That's pretty much what you've got here. A low point in the careers of both stars.
Oops, I almost forgot to mention the crappy dialogue...God oh mighty...make it stop!!