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Just got around to seeing Jane Campion's latest Holy Smoke. It held my attention but wasn't anything to write home about. Campion did her usual axe job on humanity. I didn't notice a single sympathetic character in the movie. And Kate Winslet looks better clothed than fully frontal nude, in my opinion. She won her battle with the cult deprogrammer, Harvey Keitel, in the age-old way-by luring him into the sack and reducing him to a drooling, babbling blob. Keitel was a mercenary, unethical, schlock-psycho-religious deprogrammer. Winslet's mother was a moron, and her father was a macho Australian type who was screwing his secretary. One of her siblings was a simpering gay and the other an idiot whose girl friend was the down-under version of a fellating Barbie Doll. The spectacular Australian scenery was the only beautiful thing in the movie. At least it didn't get any Oscar nominations--the movie, not the scenery.
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