Women in Film

This film may just kill you with ennui. Nothing like a bunch of self-absorbed pretentious characters talking about the plot whilst swimming in pools, sitting on the toilet or inexplicably dancing to induce annoyance at best and extreme boredom at worst. We don't get to see a shred of action--just a stream of narrative that is clearly taken from the written word. This movie is completely inert. People just don't talk like this. Speaking of pretense, this film often undermines itself on that count--the actors don't always pronounce their 50 cent words properly. At one point, Portia de Rossi says "irridate" when she means to say, "irradiate." I'm always shocked when actors don't take the time to use a dictionary. And what's up with the gratuitous breast shots? If someone is ever having insomnia, this film will surely help them get to sleep.