Eye of the Beholder

Okay, I know she's a good actress. But let's face it: I go to Ashley Judd's movies to see if she'll show skin. Most guys, I'll wager, are much the same. (By the way, would anyone else like to see Naomi spank Ashley for being a bad girl? Just me? Never mind...). I went into this expecting to see Hawke as a stalker, chasing down the delectable Ms. Judd, but what I got was... believe it or not, I have no words...
OK, so let me get this straight... Ethan Hawke is investigating some guy's son, and accidentally witnesses a murder committed by Ashley. He becomes obsessed with her, and starts chasing her around the world while pretending to do investigation on someone else. He even goes so far as to push her back over the edge when she seems to be at the end of her killing streak. And the movie ends...?
Okay, I'm not going to complain too much. I got to see about as much as I ever expect to see of Ashley's bod. Good butt and boob shots for the entirety of the movie, and she proves (via a set of wigs) that she'd look good no matter the hair color or length. But the holes in the plot of this movie leave vacancies Rush Limbaugh's fat kiester couldn't fill, and the script is too odd for words. The best part of the whole deal is the flat nonchalance Ashley has in her indiscriminate killing spree.
If you like open-ended films that don't explain anything to you and make no sense, this and Being John Malkovich are great. If you're like me, knowing what I know now, I'll consider seeing Random Hearts again before this flick.

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