Erin Brockovich
Not only is every plot development signaled far in advance, but nearly every scene in the film's long second section rings a variation of one of two themes: 1) Julia Roberts tells somebody off, or 2) Julia Roberts feels somebody's pain. Before long, the character simply becomes irritating! The film lacks focus and energy, the character development is facile and thin, and what about those necklines? The scantily clad wardrobe may be nearly the same as Pretty Woman, but the girl inside has grown in spades. The film exploits Julia Roberts role as a pretty woman, whose prettiness is toyed with by the awful --yet eye-catching-- clothes she wears, and which glamorises the characters less exciting qualities that drive the story. Remember Michelle Pfeiffer in Frankie and Johnny, how ridiculously unresilient she looked in her waitress uniform? Erin is no more believable. It is not a great film, or even a very good one, but as a break from your spring time doldrums, it may be just the thing.
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