Exposed

Intolerable Cruelty

(2003)

Walking home from the Norwegian-would-be-Coen, I knew what tonight's screening would be: a real Coen, but not an upper-tier one, and one unwatched long enough to be a deaccession candidate.

But let's face it: I'm not apt to give away a film by one of my favorite filmmaking teams, unless I find that I really don't like it. And while this is no better than I remembered--and while I could really do without the Home Alone screams--how can you fail to have some affection for a romantic noirmedy that matches Clooney and Zeta-Jones?