I am never one to shy away from a movie where Selma Hayek goes skinny dipping, but perhaps this is one movie that would have better been left on the shelf at Blockbuster. The movie, set in California in the early 1900's is about as boring as a movie can possibly be. Colin Ferrel stars as a would be writer who comes to California seeking to write the great American novel and finding the California blonde to marry. Instead, he finds a fiery little Mexican woman, who waitresses and can't read English.
The movie moves at the pace of an injured snail and is even less interesting that watching grass grow. Also, I have grown tired of Colin Ferrell's barely audible mumbling, he uses to try and pass off as sexy. He and Salma have pretty much no sizzle in their flirtatious scenes and the sex scene has about as much heat as the north pole. The movie is based on a novel and the fans of the novel were none to thrilled about the movie and it is not hard to see why. After seeing this piece of garbage I have no desire to find the book and read it. Salma Hayek, who is usually at least interesting to watch, bores the hell out of me as a girl who likes when people mistreat her. She frowns, sighs and whines her way through this movie. I do have to be completely honest here, perhaps in the last 25 minutes the movie got good, but I turned it off before I got that far. Yes, it is that bad.
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