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"Heartbreakers"
(Reviewed March 23, 2001)
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Jennifer Love Hewitt. That's the only reason you need to rush out and see this movie. Jennifer walks. Jennifer talks. Jennifer wears outfits so amazingly brief and clingy that you (almost) don't even mind that she never actually "nudies up." She's sweet, charming, sexy, beautiful, and good God can she ever wear a minidress and a pair of high heels.
The plot itself is amusing in a "not great but what the hell, it's good enough" fashion. Sigourney Weaver and JLH are a mother-daughter con team who hit Palm Beach looking to make One Last Score by marrying Sigourney off to tobacco billionaire Gene Hackman (who really is quite funny as a wheezing nicotine fiend). Ray Liotta also is great as one of Sigourney's exes, who still carries a torch for her and tracks her down in Florida.
But who cares about the plot, the other actors, or the fact that the score is ripped off cold from the music in "American Beauty?" All that matters here is that you get to spend two hours catching long, lingering looks at the heavenly body known as Jennifer Love Hewitt. What the hell are you waiting for? Get the car keys and go!
Back Row Grade: B-
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