Little Black Book Reviews
I'm a realist at heart. How does the saying go? But the flesh is weak? So, in the spirit of my heart, I don't bother reaching for things far above the mortals such as I. I have no desire to meet Ryne Sandberg, but I love pouring over his statistics. I gave up my dream of kissing Farah Fawcett sometime around age twelve, though I sometimes wake up giggling with the suspicion I may have been dreaming about her. And I don't think I'm ever going to get the chance to punch Emperor Palpatine in the nose. But there was always Brittany Murphy just on the otherside of my practical howbeit slighlty glassy eyes.
Brittany has left the planet, and it seems as though I was better off being a realist after all. Then there's that strange contentment I mentioned a few lines back. At long last, everybody is in the same boat around the sun that I've always been in. O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done.
That's all that really need to be said about "Little Black Book". It had Brittany Murphy, and that should be enough for anyone.
It's a romantic comedy built around not trusting your significant other and stooping to desperate measures to prove what a rat they are. Watching Brittany Murphy use her job to dig up dirt on Ron Livingston's ex-girlfriends and going to extremes to get into his Blackberry aren't cute. It's pretty creepy and borderline psychotic. Murphy is a charming actress, but here, you don't like her at all. You want to call a therapist for her. And then there's the rest of the cast. Livingston was great in "Office Space", but he doesn't have what it takes to make it as a leading man in rom coms. That's probably a good thing for him. Kathy Bates should have to surrender her Oscar for this ultra-embarrassing performance as a Jenny Jones clone, but worse yet is her co-star Holly Hunter. What shoe does in the final act of this picture is so despicable that it takes an already ugly movie and makes it really uncomfortable and brands this as unwatchable.
You'll be scratching your head and wondering just what the makers behind "Little Black Book" were thinking. Who was this movie made for?
Then there's Barb (Holly Hunter, slumming hard) as a producer who convinces Stacy to do a segment on black books in order to find out if Stacy's man (Ron Livingston) is cheating on her with his exes, played by lovely and talented ladies Julianne Nicholson, Rashida Jones and Josie Maran. It's tedium overkill.