Stinker

Rating: 2/10 (13 January 2005)

I had very high hopes of this film. I watched the trailer a dozen times, I loved the Damien Rice song it featured ("Blower's Daughter"), and I'd heard a lot of buzz about Clive Owen.
Let me tell you, this was the first time I was ever compelled to walk out of a film. Parts of it were laughable, at best. If I am not mistaken, it was adapted from a play. I was not surprised to find this out, considering throughout the entire movie I was thinking, "It sounds like they're reading right from the script." It's also getting a lot of buzz for being "raw" which I think is overrated. Perhaps I'm the only one, but I wasn't particularly impressed that someone got America's sweethearts (Portman and Roberts) to say words like "cunt" and "cum." There are much more effective ways to make a movie unsettling than to use excessive profanity.
Ultimately, I nearly fell asleep during this film. When I wasn't slumped over in my chair, I was laughing (particularly when Portman half-heartedly spits in Jude Law's face) at this feeble attempt at a worthwhile film.