There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
With a discipline channeled directly from the Old Testament, Samuel L. Jackson yanks Christina Ricci’s barely clothed, trailer park nymphomaniac back into his house with the chain locked around her waist. That this happens is the only detail necessary in recommending this film, and I am enthusiastic to say that there are so many more. And for a film that postures itself so desperately as exploitation, it ends up transcending its lineage with compassion and, more pronouncedly, soul.
by Rumsey Taylor | Source: Paramount DVD
23 Jul 2007 12:17 PM | Submit Comment