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This movie is total flash with absolutely no substance. Potato Chips for couch potatos. The stylization is flat. It would seem from the other reviewers that if you find a bunch of 1930's outfits and cars that your movie is now "stylized". And what's with Kim Basinger? The big shoker is that we see a photo of the detective kissing a prostitute on the floor with all her clothes on? Oh my god! I can overlook a few plot and motivation flaws (there were many in this move), but what's the big payoff here? An ending riddled in cliches. This movie has all the empty calories of a can of Pringles. I'm mystified at positive response people gave this one.

This movie blows, and I don't mean that in the nicest possible way. Only the party faithful will find redeeming qualities in this film. The eye-candy has been sitting on the shelf a little too long, like and old box of Ju-Ju Bees. The premise could have been made up by a high school English class. There are some amusing moments, but not enough to call it a comedy. There is some action, but not enough to call it an action film. It was basically a two hour TV movie. Where do they get off using up perfectly good theater space for this stuff? If they get another shot at making a movie, I hope they put the warm, fuzzy crap on the shelf and come up with a story that's worth paying $8 for.

I don't know. I kinda liked it. I thought this move was very much in the fashion of Tenneseee Williams. Two small bodies (Does the title refer to the dead children or the two principal characters?) talk to each other about their messed up lives. This dialog is intertwined with the detective's attempt to find the killer of the two children. I have this idea that it's the purpose of art to make you think or feel something; anything. This movie disturbed me at some level. That made it worth watching.