
But the whodunit plot keeps interfering with the boffings. And Banderas, freed from the family-fun constraints of Spy Kids, looks interested, very interested. Jolie, perhaps making up for the sexless Tomb Raider, turns on the heat to the limits of the film’s R rating.

Most husbands would ask questions about that trunk his wife won’t open and those scars on her back and that American detective, Walter Downs (Thomas Jane), who keeps hanging around. And Julia has no idea that Luis is the wealthy owner of a coffee-export business. Luis is shocked that Julia doesn’t look like the plain Jane in the photo she sent ahead. Here, the actress plays Julia Russell, a mystery woman from Delaware who arrives in Cuba as the mail-order bride of Luis Antonio Vargas (Antonio Banderas), a complete stranger. Taylor Swift to Release Three 'Midnights' Bonus Tracks via Target Exclusive Edition But why kid ourselves? It’s still the same slow-witted slog with flaws, as I wrote, “that no cosmetics can hide.”

So, OK, the film - with a bongo-driven, brain-numbing score by Terence Blanchard - did move a little faster. Since my review reflected that early version, I returned to see the final approved Sin with a theater full (well, a tenth full) of paying customers.


I saw Original Sin in January (like most troubled movies, its release has suffered several delays) with a temp score and without editing tweaks. Here’s a boo for untruth in film promotion, aimed at the ad for the MGM turkey Original Sin starring Angelina (pillow lips) Jolie and Antonio (laser eyes) Banderas, and featuring a blurb above my name saying, “Two sexy stars steam up the screen.” Now, maybe you’d like to hear the rest of that sentence, which goes, “…but they can’t obscure the sins of the script.” Forget steam, it would take a blowtorch to burn off the “laughably bad” dialogue perpetrated by director Michael Cristofer, the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright ( The Shadow Box), who is now churning out crap like this and 1999’s vile Body Shots.
