Product: Final Analysis [VHS] (1992)
Rating: 1.0
would someone please get Kim B a pair of decent shoes?
This movie was a travesty of Hitchcockian devices. Old Alfred would roll in his grave. The acting was wooden, the dialogue cliched and predictable and not very convincing (wouldn't a Freudian analyst have recognized the flower arranging dream case study right away?) Bassinger looks like she's been on too many meds, with her bloated face and more-than-normally squinted eyes. Nor can she play a psychotic with any zest: when she lost it in the restaraunt in her husband's presence, running up the stairs and proceeding to yell and flail, I felt embarrassed for her. If I had more space I could go on, but I want to end with one burning question; Why the hell didn't the wardrobe mistress give Bassinger a decent pair of stilleto pumps to at least wear with her slinky black backless dress, if she insisted on outfitting her through the whole movie with dopey little flats?