| The Glass House | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| To be kind (and fair), The Glass House looked great, although the gloom and rainy weather seems out of place for the locale of Malibu. Nevertheless, the cinematography is good, using shadows and moving reflections of light off the water to set a creepy mood. It's too bad all the spendid imagery is wasted on a subpar story with cardboard characters. I'd like to blame the screenwriter for the poor quality of The Glass House, but I wouldn't like to completely absolve the director for this mess. Like far too many so-called thrillers to grace the screen in the last two decades, this one is lazy, and, to work, relies on the audience not thinking. Brain activity is the enemy of The Glass House. This is the worst of times for teenager Ruby Baker (Leelee Sobieski). She sneaks out of the house to rave with her friends and returns to find out that her parents were killed in a car crash on Mulholland Drive. She and her younger brother, Rhett (Trevor Morgan), are ophans, albeit weathy ones. Their parents' estate lawyer Begleiter (Bruce Dern), informs them that their new guardians are the Glasses, Terry (Stellan Skarsgard) and Erin (Diane Lane), a seemingly perfect couple who bring the two kids to live with them in their palatial Malibu glass mansion. But, as is easliy guessed in a movie like this, neither Terry nor Erin has the children's best interests at heart. Stellan Skargard apparently decided to play the character of Terry taking him way over the top. This man's every action screams out, "Diabolical!". Diane Lane isn't much better. In fact, the only one who plays her part straight is Leelee Sobieski, and with everyone doing their best to overact, she seems like she's in a different movie. Frankly, in terms of a career move, it would have been better if she had been in one. In The Glass House, the actors are pawns of the narrative. The plot relies on the characters doing idotic things. That might be forgivable if the plot wer engrossing, but in this movie we're always two steps ahead of the characters. The film has two consistent attributes: stupidity and predictability. The Glass House isn't just cracked, it's broken. Review: 1 1/2 stars (out of 4). |
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