New “thriller.”
OK, stifle those yawns. I know there’s no nudity, or anything very close, but it’s Nicole Kidman, so I cut it some slack because she’s a nudity legend with a horde of fans.
A woman’s picture-perfect life in quaint Holland, Michigan crumbles, when she and a friend uncover a twisted secret in their midst.
I started to watch the movie, but abandoned it because it took too long to develop as a thriller, it didn’t seem to have enough of a point to make it a drama, and the social satire was too understated to make it a comedy. I figured that such a hastily formed opinion wasn’t worth jack straws, but I later discovered that most critics (who presumably watched the whole film) wrote some version of the same thing.
The New York Times added a few more wrinkles:
The film’s unusual backdrop, unresolved subplots and dream-sequence fakeouts are ultimately all distractions from a story that doesn’t make much sense.
The critical consensus alleviated my sense of regret about not finishing the film, but it left me wondering why such a distinguished screen star thought this project was worth her time after she had read the script. I suppose it was all about the benjamins.
Or maybe she thought the original script was very good, but maybe it got changed for the final version
I’m just guessing, but I do know of cases where that did happen