A girl who normally has no problem attracting men finally meets the one guy who can resist her charms. Now she is forced to take a crash course in wooing the opposite sex.
For those who think that movies by the Farrelly brothers or Todd Solondz are the Mount Kilimanjaro of bad taste, it's time to grab your parka and goggles — there's a new peak to climb. It's the cold, dreary oxygen-deprived wastes of "The Sweetest Thing." Whatever you say about the pictures made by the Farrellys and Mr. Solondz, they aren't cynical. Roger Kumble's "Thing" wears its contempt proudly, like a Prada badge. After about 20 minutes of "Thing," a concussion begins to look enormously appealing. Elvis Mitchell
2002-04-12 | Elvis Mitchell | Read the New York Times Review of The Sweetest Thing