-By John DeFore
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Scribe Sebastian Gutierrez puts on his Almodóvar hat for
Women
in Trouble, a tongue-in-cheek ensemble picture seemingly
tailored for cable, where copious cleavage and tube-familiar faces
will be assets and flashes of wit can't hurt. Carla Gugino heads
the group as a porn star hit by unexpected pregnancy, but other
characters—including a ditz prone to auto mishaps and a
claustrophobe stuck in an elevator ("Friday Night Lights" stars
Adrianne Palicki and Connie Britton, respectively)—keep the level
of comic angst high.
Production values are deliberately garish, suiting a plot full of
tease and titillation. Sister-act prostitution, lesbian bars and a
mile-high rock ’n' roll encounter figure heavily, though—like a
cast that can't keep their blouses on but never remove their
bras—nothing very racy happens onscreen.
Men get a couple of moments, with Josh Brolin as a British rocker
and Joseph Gordon-Levitt hamming up a post-credits coda. But this
film is as fundamentally gyno-centric as its title suggests.
Gutierrez's script can't supply female characters as believable as
Almodóvar's, but in the director's chair he gives his cast room to
compensate with funny, self-aware performances.
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Nielsen Business Media
Film Review: Women in Trouble
A tease-filled comedy gives actresses room to stretch out while offering male audiences tame T&A.
Nov 10, 2009
-By John DeFore
Scribe Sebastian Gutierrez puts on his Almodóvar hat for
Women in Trouble, a tongue-in-cheek ensemble picture seemingly tailored for cable, where copious cleavage and tube-familiar faces will be assets and flashes of wit can't hurt. Carla Gugino heads the group as a porn star hit by unexpected pregnancy, but other characters—including a ditz prone to auto mishaps and a claustrophobe stuck in an elevator ("Friday Night Lights" stars Adrianne Palicki and Connie Britton, respectively)—keep the level of comic angst high.
Production values are deliberately garish, suiting a plot full of tease and titillation. Sister-act prostitution, lesbian bars and a mile-high rock ’n' roll encounter figure heavily, though—like a cast that can't keep their blouses on but never remove their bras—nothing very racy happens onscreen.
Men get a couple of moments, with Josh Brolin as a British rocker and Joseph Gordon-Levitt hamming up a post-credits coda. But this film is as fundamentally gyno-centric as its title suggests. Gutierrez's script can't supply female characters as believable as Almodóvar's, but in the director's chair he gives his cast room to compensate with funny, self-aware performances.
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Nielsen Business Media
