Natasha Henstridge - The Beverly Hilton 60th 'Diamond' Anniversary Celebration at the Aqua Star Pool - Arrivals at The Beverly Hilton Hotel - Los Angeles, California, United States - Friday 21st August 2015
Lilith Berdischewsky , Natasha Henstridge - The Beverly Hilton 60th 'Diamond' Anniversary Celebration at the Aqua Star Pool - Inside at The Beverly Hilton Hotel - Los Angeles, California, United States - Friday 21st August 2015
Natasha Henstridge - The Beverly Hilton 60th 'diamond' anniversary celebration at the Aqua Star Pool at The Beverly Hilton, Aqua Star Pool - Los Angeles, California, United States - Friday 21st August 2015
Natasha Henstridge - The Beverly Hilton celebrates its 60th 'diamond' anniversary with a party at the Aqua Star Pool at The Beverly Hilton, Aqua Star Pool - Los Angeles, California, United States - Saturday 22nd August 2015
Natasha Henstridge - Natasha Henstridge out for lunch in Beverly Hills with her husband, a dressed down Darius Campbell sporting an arm injury kept in a sling - Los Angeles, California, United States - Tuesday 21st July 2015
This is a film that starts off with some agreeable, professional trashiness before settling into routine. This is not to say that the opening, with meek, lonely accountant Jonathan (McGregor) striking up a friendship with the slick Wyatt (Jackman), is entirely smooth going. Almost immediately, the movie suffers from casting the sly, handsome McGregor as a fumbling nebbish. The guy has both acting chops and charisma; naturally, several of his Hollywood roles ask him to trade both for an American accent. Hopefully he meets up with Colin Farrell and James McAvoy to commiserate -- or maybe he swapped stories on-set with Jackman, another good-looking overseas bloke who has alternated terrific performances with bouts of blandness.
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Let the record also state that, while watching a bad movie, I either carry a scribble pad or make mental notes of possible pot shots that I can shoot off at the movie in my review. Since I am afforded no "possible insult" rating system, I translate the pot shots into stars. For about every ten easy insults a film gives me, I subtract a star from its rating (barring Airplane!, which is designed to cooperate with the pot shot system and thus is immune to its barbs). The Whole Nine Yards gave me thirteen pot shots. Rounding, we get our current star rating.
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In the sequel to the sleeper hit The Whole Nine Yards, Jimmy has abandoned his hit-man lifestyle and is enjoying retirement with his new wife Jill (Amanda Peet) in their quiet Baja hideout. He's content sharpening his Martha Stewart homemaking skills by cooking pot roasts, caring for his pet chickens, and cleaning house. But this way of life doesn't work for Jill. She wants to reprise her husband's previous life, and desires nothing more than to shoot a worthy piece of ass. Meanwhile, back in the states, Jimmy's former neighbor, Oz Oseransky (Matthew Perry) has relocated to Los Angeles where his dental practice and marriage to Jimmy's ex-wife Cynthia (Natasha Henstridge) appears to be thriving.
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The woman is newcomer Natasha Henstridge, who spends most of the film in her birthday suit--or her alternative alien suit when the need arises. In case you haven't seen the previews, my friend pretty much summed up his impression of Henstridge by asking me during the film, "Did you write down 'babe-a-licious?'" My response: "One 's' or two?"
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Here's another movie that consists of a series of tame heists followed by lengthy chase scenes, as a collection of punks outwits the cops and the mafias to try and abscond with 20 million bucks. Stephen Dorff and Natasha Henstridge aren't necessarily the kiss of death in a movie -- and in fact they're collectively the only thing worth watching here -- but that isn't saying much. (Even more baffling: The 82 minute movie includes 8 minutes of closing credits -- that's 10 percent of the film!)
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Sure, I was guessing. Guessing that nothing good was ever going to happen.
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Yeah... it's our old friends Bob and Harvey Weinstein, and this time they're capitalizing on plane crashes, public relations companies, alcoholics, and stalkers all in the same wicked stroke. Here we have Buddy Amaral (Affleck), just a good-old sweet talking ad rep who happens to give a free first class plane ticket to a guy named Greg (Tony Goldwyn) in order to sleep with Mimi (Natasha Henstridge... really, who wouldn't go for that)? Of course, the plane crashes, and, wouldn't you know it, he happens to rep the airlines. So he does what any person would: He drinks.
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Ghosts of Mars stars Natasha Henstridge as a tough as nails, pill-poppin', Martian cop, sent with her squadron to retrieve "Demolition" Williams (Ice Cube) from a remote mining town for trial back home. When she and her comrades, appropriately dubbed "The Commander," "The Rookies," and the guy with the cool accent discover the town's residents slaughtered, they are forced to team up with Williams to escape from the remaining residents' head-chopping, alien-possessed clutches.
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