| One of the worst films ever committed to celluloid |
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| written by pstaylor75 |
September 15, 2005 - 11:00 AM PDT |
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I rented this partially because its set in my hometown, partially because I like David Caruso, and mostly because I heard it was god awful. I have to say, its on of the least successful movies Ive ever seen. Its not awful in the same way Twisted was awful, ie ham fisted acting, a ludicrous plot, and retch-inducing dialogue. Instead, Jade is just not there. The plot doesnt make sense, and is not the least bit compelling. It should be an erotic thriller wherein the Asst. D.A.s best friends wife, and former lover, is the prime suspect in a grizzly murder that involves kinky sex with high-powered politicos. It should be a study of the suspects secret sexual life, of the power relationship between her and her husband, of Carusos characters attempt to navigate his relationship with the suspect and her husband, and the growing evidence against her.
But it just never happens. You never really get a sense of tension or suspense. You never really care what happens. Linda Fiorentino comes off as bored, and poor Caruso looks like a deer caught in headlights, as if he realizes he is in a total turkey but cant do anything about it.
Joe Esterhauz wrote the original script, which is evident in the murky plot, the relentless attempts to be shocking and offensive, and the ubiquitous use of the f-word. However, there were obviously a lot of changes made to the script, so much so that he disowned the final film. A good example of the problems that plague this film is the fact that early on, Carusos boss yells Youre off the case!!! but for no reason, and he stays on it anyways. A suspect is run over by a black thunderbird, identical to the car that the suspect drives, and a very well choreographed car chase ensues. However, its all pointless, because you never get a sense of why it mattered so much that the suspect got killed, nor whether or not the car belonged to the suspect.
The film finally collapses on itself in the end, wherein one set of villains takes credit for the murder, only to have a different villain admit to it in the final scene. By that time, you dont even care what happens, and you arent wondering whodunit. The only mystery is how the hell such a travesty actually got made.
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