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Flawless by Michael Radford
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DVD Cover InformationActor: Constantine Gregory, David Henry, Demi Moore, Michael Caine, Yemi Ajibade Director: Michael Radford Brand: FLAWLESS (DVD MOVIE) Cinematographer: Richard Greatrex Composer: Stephen Warbeck DVD: Region Code 1 Audio: English (Original Language); Spanish (Subtitled) Format: Closed-captioned, Color, Dolby, DVD, NTSC, Subtitled, Widescreen Picture Format: 2.35:1 Running Time: 109 minutes DVD Release Date: 2008-06-03 Audience Rating: PG-13 (Parental Guidance Suggested) Studio: Magnolia Home Entertainment Product features: - From director Michael Radford (THE MERCHANT OF VENICE, IL POSTINO) comes FLAWLESS, a clever diamond-heist thriller set in swinging 1960s London. Demi Moore plays Laura Quinn, a bright, driven and beautiful executive at the London Diamond Corporation who finds herself frustrated by a glass ceiling after years of faithful employment, as man after man is promoted ahead of her despite her greater expe
Movie Reviews of FlawlessMovie Review: OK, Who Cut It? Summary: 1 StarsMichael Caine is a great actor. Demi Moore is not.
And Sir Michael *certainly* knows that.
So why did you do it, Mikey-baby? Why did you take this movie with the "No-Talent Wonder of the Western World"? (All together now, class.) FOR THE MONEY!!!
All during this flicker, I kept saying to myself: "If only this movie had even a *passable* actress in the role."
One reviewer made the point that Demi Moore is probably the only actress who could make a movie about a stripper and be UNsexy. (How twue, how twue.)
Also, how often has Demi Moore been described as "wooden." Surely she holds the record. ... If she had a sense of humor she'd put up her own money and make a movie entitled, "Gypsy Rose Lee Meets The The March of the Wooden Soldiers."
You have to give Demi credit though, she certainly has a lot of chutzpah. She's an inspiration to all shallow, inept, untalented, graceless, overweaningly ambitious, maladroit, rigid, ponderous, ungainly, bumbling, gauche, *WOODEN* actresses the world over.
(God, that felt good! I love roasting Demi Moore. Laying that chick out in lavender.) ... Now pick up your G-string, baby, grab your garter belt and your dog-eared copy of "Stanislavski Made Easy" and get the hex out! -- you dull, dreary, banal, unbeateous, sexless, subfuscous, (forget the vaseline, Demi baby, get me a freakin' thesaurus, quick!) insipid, unpleasant, plain, blah, unappetizing thespian-strumpet you!
(Oh that felt soooooooooooooooo good! Demi-baby, you're the BEST! I really got off that time.)
In short, Demi Moore, you've done it a-gain. You've ruined yet another perfectly fine movie. You know, it's one thing when you're in an all-'round bad movie -- bad actors, bad director, lousy script -- but this would have been a good movie ... without you.
Thanks to you, you've laid low yet another fine effort by not only talented actors and talented filmmakers but also horny, low-paid, otherwise out-of-work parasitic go-fers. Have you no shame? (You sweet young thing.)
Once again you've cast a fart in the general direction of art, beauty and aesthetic accomplishment.
You've besmirched all that's good, all that's holy. You should be made to run through the streets of Beverly Hills proclaiming: "I am unclean! I am unclean!" -- whilst clutching to your busom the Pia Zadora Lifetime Achievement Award for Interminable Boorishness.
No make that Interminable Amateurishness.
No make that Interminable Artlessness.
No make that Interminable Cloddishness.
No make that Interminable Incompetence.
No make that Interminable Ineptitude.
No make that Interminable Oafishness.
No make that Interminable Unskillfulness.
Oh. Demi baby! Ooooooooooh, honey! That one was better than the last one. Wanna go again? This time I'll put the thesaurus under your ... HELLO!
Summary of FlawlessFLAWLESS (DVD MOVIE) It would be overpraise to propose that Flawless reviews itself with its title, but... how about "supremely decorous"? It is, at any rate, a film that merits a grateful salute from audiences weary of being beaten about the head and shoulders in pursuit of an engrossing caper movie. A plot to make off with a fortune in gems from England's premier diamond company unfolds without explosions, vrooming vehicles, or rapid-fire shootouts. It's like a feature-length variation on those sly, soft-spoken Alfred Hitchcock Presents episodes of the '50s, with the patient accumulation of mood, detail and character leading to wry twists and satisfying revelations. We are in 1960 and a London not yet disposed to swing. Laura Quinn (Demi Moore), the lone female officer of London Diamond Corporation, is smarter and more capable than her male colleagues, but that doesn't deter the company from promoting them over her while profiting from her talents. This has long since gotten old, so when Mr. Hobbs (Michael Caine), the mild-mannered night janitor, enlists her in a scheme to fill his thermos with two million pounds' worth of diamonds from the vault, she listens. Suffice it to say that the vault is penetrated according to plan--and then the real tension sets in. Things are not what they seem, even to those supposedly in the know (us, for instance), and distrust springs up between the conspirators as they find themselves under close scrutiny by a steely investigator (Lambert Wilson). All this is intelligently scripted by Edward A. Anderson (a maiden effort) and directed by Michael Radford with a crisp, unostentatious eye; the cold interiors of the Lon Di headquarters, generically oppressive on first sight, take on a nuanced familiarity as the place where, for the most part, Laura Quinn spends her life. Demi Moore--scarlet lips in a black-and-grey world--admirably catches Laura's not-quite-smothered ambition and frustration without breaking her cover, as it were. Michael Caine couldn't be better as Hobbs, an invisible man in plain sight (how many viewers fail to notice his first appearance in the film?); he's the master of his trade, but you knew that. There's a framing story, set more or less in the present, which seems to be an obligatory bow to feminism but sets up a tease or two of its own, then adds yet another twist to the proceedings. --Richard T. Jameson
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