I saw this movie a few days ago, in screening, and was amazed at how weak the writing is. Movies, it is known, take many liberties and may not portray reality to its fullest, but give the recent Jason Blair scandal, it is almost commonsensical for journalists to CHECK their facts! Josh Hartnett fumbles in a role that Topher Grace perfected in Shattered Glass; he lacks the charisma of a journalist and his performance is overshadowed each time he shares the screen with Samuel L. Jackson, who--amazingly enough--is always overlooked for awards. In five minutes, Jackson is able to conjure the emotion that Hartnett works to achieve in several scenes.
The glaring flaws in this movie are made all the more obvious because of its painfully slow pace, which was created to expose a strained relationship between Hartnet and his on-screen wife, Kathyrn Morris--but you never know why the relationship is on the outs.
Most refreshing was a fast-talking Hatcher who, much like Samantha in Sex and the City, used her feminine wiles and quick talking to get what she wants.
The denouement was just as ridiculous as the oversights of the characters (who, we're supposed to believe, were considered for Pulitzers!) and highly unbelievable.
Wait for it on DVD, where it will undoubtedly be in a month.
The glaring flaws in this movie are made all the more obvious because of its painfully slow pace, which was created to expose a strained relationship between Hartnet and his on-screen wife, Kathyrn Morris--but you never know why the relationship is on the outs.
Most refreshing was a fast-talking Hatcher who, much like Samantha in Sex and the City, used her feminine wiles and quick talking to get what she wants.
The denouement was just as ridiculous as the oversights of the characters (who, we're supposed to believe, were considered for Pulitzers!) and highly unbelievable.
Wait for it on DVD, where it will undoubtedly be in a month.