Brutal Truth, The
Reviewed by Andy Bowers
Rating: 8 Beans
hen the only selling point for your direct to video feature is Molly Ringwald you'd better make sure you keep that day job as french fry guy at the local Burger King on the back burner.
Molly, much like the seminal 80's girl band the Go-Go's are rumored to be cultivating some sort of resurgence/comeback. The only problem is nobody told the general public to care. I remember when Molly was on the Cover of Time Magazine back in 1986. Slow news week perhaps? Regardless - that's impressive. Her trilogy of fame spanned a scant few years from Sixteen Cadles thru the Breakfast Club culmunating in the teen box office hit Pretty in Pink. Sadly, once director-writer John Hughes blew a gasket, sold his eternal soul and started popping out those high concept Home Alone movies and Anthony Michael Hall grew facial hair and lost any commerical cute commodity, she was left alone to fend for herself. A babe in the Brat-pack woods.
In this low budget Big Chill knock-off, Molly and a slew of other non-talents reunite at an old shack up in the hills just in time to watch Christina Applegate's character commit suicide. Then a convenient earthquake blocks off the road out, they keep her body wrapped in tarp in a delipatated barn, smoke pot and have adult relations.
Yeah, it's a feel good movie, if you consider watching ninety minutes of inept babble feel good. Sort of an anti-Weekend at Bernie's without the smary charm of Andrew McCarthy. At least Applegate found work after Married with Children. One wouldn't think that possible. But after multiple viewings - "Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead" has proven me one thing - that girls got range. (check out David Duchovny's role in that one - pure ad-lib genious)
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