Blaxploitation for a new century

Rating: 6/10 (19 November 2007)

All that I could think while watching this is I hope Christina Ricci is nominated for best performance by an animal on one of those award shows. The way it stands now Justin Timberlake(!)is the only one from this movie to garner any attention, winning "Breakthrough Star" from something called the "Teen Choice Awards" and that's all well because he's OK in a role without much screen time.
But the only reason most people, especially horny males of all stripes, are going to be watching this '70's throwback is for the sight of Miss Ricci in the throes of passion even before the opening credits...but it hardly ends there. There's a touch football game with Christina wearing nothing but her undies and shoulder pads, there's plenty of scenes of Ricci chained to a heating radiator scantily clad, then there's even more scenes of.....well, you get the point.
That's why it's sort of humorous to read some of the reviews here taking this movie just a tad bit seriously. I mean come on look at the poster for goodness sakes! The movie isn't bad, but it's hardly Shakespaerian, playing heavy on themes of redemption from one's past with an old bluesy soundtrack thrown in it seemed every second of the movie. But most of that is secondary to the site of Ricci writhing around on a couch, floor, wherever anytime a rattle is shaken on the soundtrack.
And I'm pretty positive the folks behind this movie understood that perfectly well.