Perfect Stranger Reviews
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.
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.
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.
Perfect Stranger isn't great art by any stretch, or even art by any stretch, but it is perfectly functional low-to-middlebrow entertainment -- a B movie at ease inside its own gaudy skin.
Just when you thought The Reaping was the most convoluted and overwrought flashback-riddled thriller starring an Academy Award-winning actress in theaters, along comes Perfect Stranger.
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.
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.
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.