We're almost halfway through 2004, the unofficial Year of the Remake, and we've yet to encounter anything worthwhile from the rehash bin. Here's another case in point: Frank Oz's update of The Stepford Wives, a bitter little throwaway that manages to come off as even worse than the original.
The 1975 Stepford (and Ira Levin's book) was a piece of Americana that was so influential it became part of American slang. It unfortunately isn't a very good movie: If anyone can even remember how it ends, I dare you to e-mail me.
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