Just when it seemed safe to turn on premium channels without fear of suffering another copy of a rendition of a portrait of a shadow of a reinterpretation of Tarantino's Tough-Talk-with-Gunfire-Punctuation formula, along comes the functionally worthless BITTERSWEET to waste the airwaves. Everhart needlessly exerts herself in the role of a small-time criminal(?) who serves time and gets paroled with revenge on her mind. Eric Roberts shows up for another paycheck. James Russo (EXTREMES) chews more scenery. After much soap-quality melodrama with folks screaming at one another how much they care (the kind of scenes aspiring actors love because they wrongly think that shows off their Acting skills), everything fizzles into a routine shoot-out in Roberts' house replete with gratuitous slow-motion and people firing one pistol in each hand (no wonder they cannot hit anything at which they aim!). The saving grace is Everhart's mighty effort to abandon her glamorous image and deliver some genuinely astonishing Natural Acting -- the subtle unforced kind missing throughout the rest of the actors' performances. Minus make-up, her red hair muted, her delivery fresh, she comes through the only winner in this instantly forgettable waste of celluloid.
