7 Things: And Seven Movies Even a Hottie Couldn’t Save – #2
100 Feet
Famke Janssen is one of my hottiest hotties in all of hottiedom.
She is just completely freaking stunning.
I have met Famke twice, once when she was drunk in L.A. at the after-party for the Eulogy premiere, where I called her by name and then she proceeded to reintroduce herself by name. And, no, I didn’t say her name wrong. She was dancing to no music and giddily happy. Did I mention tipsy?
The second time was by chance in NY. We went to see Dog Sees God and looked down our row as a hottie was stepping into it, and then it was like, “Oh my God. It’s Famke.”
And, if you think that she looks good in them thar movies, let me just say, she is unreal in person.
As in every movie that has ever been graced with Famke’s Amazonian presence, Famke brings a high heat factor to 100 Feet. Unfortunately, she didn’t burn hot enough to ignite the film and send the movie to a fiery grave.
She simply could not overcome the horror that is this movie. And I am not talking about the plot.
As for the plot, this was one of those movies that could have been really creepy if done well or really ridiculous if done poorly. Guess which way this one went?
It was kind of like a comedy that no one involved realized was a comedy until it was too late.
And, you know, as far as movies like this go, it probably wouldn’t have been THAT bad. Like, not bad enough to land on a worst movies list.
What made it so bad was that the cast gave it clout, and then through the entire movie, you were forced to shake your head and keep muttering to yourself –
What do they have on Famke and Bobby Cannavale? Clearly there was blackmail involved here.