Rather than giving this movie a ten, I've got to give it a twenty in the amount of showers you will feel like taking after watching it. There is something deeply disturbing not about the movie in particular, but about the writer behind it - and that my friend is how you know it is a really bad movie. Issues? Well, someone involved in making this movie hates men and that suspense at least makes the plot interesting. Normally, when a movie has Denise Richards in it, you want to watch it for the eye candy alone. But, while the woman doesn't take off any of her clothes in this movie, she has already way over exposed all her blemishes and birthmarks in the movie Wild Things. I really hate criticizing Denise because of the small chance in hell that she and I might one day hit it off. And even the thought of her taking off her clothes and acting like a prostitute offends something in me as I only want to perceive her as one of those pure virgin angels who used to be a cheerleader for my high school. But enough about my psychotic notions and back to the psychotic movie itself. For an old lady, Daryl Hannah humps a couch good. Strangely, I don't have any problems viewing her as a naked prostitute though she never really strips. The woman is so old she is actually older than myself while I am older than dirt. So, she must be taking really good care of herself.
