I too chose to watch because of Sharon Stone.
And, as things started out, I was all geared up to applaud her sensitivitve side.., perhaps overestimating her input, since she was the producer and all. But by the end.., after seeing that there was never really going to be any kind of artistic payoff at all.., I'm sadly relegating this film to the category of efforts at poignant insight.. made by people who want to be seen as sensitive and perceptive about the mundane lives of the "little people".., but don't really have the capacity to be either.
In other words, the film was (ironically) rather forced, like lucid dreaming.. or her virtually inexplicable, celebrity smiles (painful to watch).., and therefore lacking all semblance of reality.
Let's say...... I see Sharon Stone's next (equally shallow) creative challenge as perhaps being a remake of Black Like Me. It seemed that her only lines that had any ring of authenticity was the brief, semi-coherent whining about losing her youthful good looks. Oh..., the word I've been looking for.. to describe this style of cinematic pretending is "slumming".
At least, early on.. when the hand shadows morph into the classic triple 6 sign, we're tipped off that it's your basic Masonic film.., and even if the movie's a dud, one can always spend the time trying to spot the transgenders. cheers!!
Let's say...... I see Sharon Stone's next (equally shallow) creative challenge as perhaps being a remake of Black Like Me. It seemed that her only lines that had any ring of authenticity was the brief, semi-coherent whining about losing her youthful good looks. Oh..., the word I've been looking for.. to describe this style of cinematic pretending is "slumming".
At least, early on.. when the hand shadows morph into the classic triple 6 sign, we're tipped off that it's your basic Masonic film.., and even if the movie's a dud, one can always spend the time trying to spot the transgenders. cheers!!