The Tomatometer rating – based on the published opinions of hundreds of film and television critics – is a trusted measurement of movie and TV programming quality for millions of moviegoers. It represents the percentage of professional critic reviews that are positive for a given film or television show.
From the Critics
From RT Users Like You!
The Tomatometer is 60% or higher.
The Tomatometer is 59% or lower.
Movies and TV shows are Certified Fresh with a steady Tomatometer of 75% or higher after a set amount of reviews (80 for wide-release movies, 40 for limited-release movies, 20 for TV shows), including 5 reviews from Top Critics.
Percentage of users who rate a movie or TV show positively.
For those who are interested in Berry as both an actress and screen presence, this is one of the most satisfying films she has ever made. It capitalizes on her strengths and she owns the picture, from start to finish.
Nothing can quite top the climax, which arbitrarily assigns a culprit in a way that makes you question almost every single thing that's transpired up to that point. And no, that's not a good thing in this case.
People peek through windows, hack into computers and sneak into apartments without the slightest hesitation. We're guilty of voyeurism, too, since the primary pleasure to be found is in seeing three confident leads play off each other.
It might be selling itself as a "sexy thriller," but the cheesy, smirk-inducing reality is that Perfect Stranger would have been on the direct-to-DVD fast track had it not been for the names Halle Berry and Bruce Willis above the title.
By the time everything falls into place, it doesn't much matter. The best thrillers don't just show up for the closing credits, they are involving all along the way. That's where Perfect Stranger goes imperfectly wrong.
A great thriller should be the model of simplicity. Perfect Stranger, like so many other thrillers nowadays, is often complicated just for the sake of being complicated. This more-is-better approach isn't more, and it isn't better.
All the hip technology, including e-mail hacking, tiny portable USB devices and fake IM accounts, is supposed to make us feel disoriented by the modern lack of face-to-face communication, but it feels played out and overexplained.
While the story becomes dauntingly complex as it goes, the finale resolves its multiple mysteries seamlessly. Perfect Stranger is the kind of polished diversion that the big studios should deliver twice a month, but don't.
Despite the presence of the luminous Berry, Perfect Stranger is really just another thriller, utterly disposable, in town for a few desultory weeks until it heads off to a mild afterlife on DVD and then richly deserved oblivion.
What would happen if a late-night, D-grade direct-to-cable thriller excised all of the raunchily enjoyable elements and managed to attract an A-list cast? The result might be shockingly like Perfect Stranger.
Perfect Stranger is spam -- not only commercially generated, but irritating in the faith that buyers will be as dumb about Internet-based thrillers as the sellers are. My advice is to delete without opening.