Review of Meet Monica Velour

Kim Cattrall has had a long career as a sex kitten, but despite having seen her in various vehicles over the years, I really only suspected she was deeper and more knowing than she lets on. We men have an instinctive love for her, I don't really know why, but I can tell you it's mysterious and unmistakable, almost as if she'd been bestowed some divine quality meant just for us. But maybe not, she doesn't seem to lack for female friends, or is that just an illusion? This little movie must have been pitched to her as a good way to say goodbye to all lingering sex kitten expectations. It's rough on her former image as an four-star temptress, but oddly enough, by its end, I think I liked her even more than I had before seeing it, and that's no small accomplishment. Does she look old in this? Yes, there are many unflattering shots. But, believe me, they serve the story and they serve it well. Halfway through I thought to myself, you can have your Meryl Streeps, I can't remember appreciating a performance as much as I did this one. I was enthralled and it felt almost as if it was all meant only for me. How can that be?

I'm not sure how to express what it's about. She's a washed up porn star living in a trailer who meets her greatest fan, a 17 year old geek played beautifully by Dustin Ingram. This is not a perfect picture, I'm not sure what ordinary women will make of it, but it tries for something so real and familiar to so many men, it deserved much more praise than it got. And I for one think her fellow actresses must harbor some envy for the sheer indelible nature of her performance here. Or they should though whatever she's got, for the most part they have little chance of beating it.