This stranger is all about imperfections.

It is NOT often I go to the movie theaters to watch a movie, due to the fact that I feel Hollywood has completely run out of fresh movie ideas or Hollywood has deliberately and intentionally lowered the bar on what should pass for a movie destined for the theaters, but about once a month or sooner my significant other drags me to one. This week's pick proved my point entirely. The movie we watched was the "perfect stranger", starring the stunningly beautiful Halle Berry, (pictured on your right top) and the versatile Bruce Willis (pictured on the left), whose promiscuity in the
movie reminded me of "Quagmire". The movie poster was enticing enough to suggest a "must see" thriller. What we witnessed instead was a movie that proved to be less of a thriller and more of a strangely disappointing imperfection. You did NOT need to figure out who was sponsoring the movie as bottles of Heineken were prominent everywhere, so were mentions of Reebok and Victoria's secret. Rated R, because of mind numbing gratuitous sex, sexual innuendos and misplaced (if you will) profanity, the stranger flick with lots of imperfections merited a merciful C from me, simply because of its surprise ending -- otherwise a D would have been more than adequate. Which begs the question: where were Berry's and Willis' Agents when they signed up to star in this picture?