Cookie's Fortune isn't a rip snorter, as The Player was, but in comparison with most of the stuff running the arthouse circuit, it's a helluva lot more enjoyable. Cranky isn't supposed to make comparisons, and I'm straying too close to the line. Let's lay out the story and get to the meat of the movie, the performances by a name brand cast, as listed above. She's got a big, empty house and chests full of mementos of her late husband, Buck. Prominent among them is golden diamond and ruby necklace and a cabinet full of antique guns and rifles.
Cookie has two nieces.
When they find their aunt lying in a bloody bed, pillow over her head and bullet in her brain, well, it's payday at the old plantation. What rocks is Glenn Close's command of the people in the town. Her Camille struts around with a superiority complex. She may not be arbiter of the community standards, but her word gets around and she holds a high position in the First Presbyterian Church. When she decides that the police have had more than enough time to check the evidence scene, she cuts the yellow tape and starts moving furniture and throwing dinner parties.