Malice (1994, VHS)

I like movies and I enjoy going to see them in the theater. I also enjoy renting them, on DVD now that I have a DVD player. My own collection of movies on DVD keeps growing. Lately because I ve been busy with some work related things, I haven t had a chance to go to the movies or even rent any for a while. I have still been watching some movies on television. I do prefer to see movies on DVD, or even VHS tape to being on television since the stations I get all edit the movie and have a million commercial breaks, but I still watch movies on television. Recently, I watched Malice again. I first.

This is a dark and somewhat twisted tale, that is good fun to watch. It is disturbing, and convoluted and well balanced, with a pretty good screenplay and some memorable dialog. It has wit and some charm, although it is at the same time deadly serious. Some bad things happen in this film and we are led up some diverting pathways before the truth is revealed. Since suspense is the name of the game here, I can t give you the fine details of the plot, bit I will tell you who the players are, and what their lives are at the start of the movie. Sound like a deal? FILM ELEMENTS DIRECTING Harold...

Once upon a time, Alec Baldwin s name appeared before Nicole Kidman s in the credits of a movie, even when the actual lead in the movie was Bill Pullman. In this case, once upon a time was 1993, and the movie was a thriller called Malice. Much has changed for these actors in that amount of time. Another interesting little tidbit here is that the screenwriting credits go to Scott Frank and one Aaron Sorkin, who certainly has made a household name of himself with his whip-smart dialogue on TV s The West Wing. It s fun to see a movie like this, not really old, but enough has changed since it was.

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