A bunch of people, as we know from the synopsis are poisoned and mull about waiting to die...and do so. Oscar Wilde received complaints from critics that in the first act of his play Lady Windermere's Fan "nothing happened." In response in his next play (A Woman of No Importance") he made sure that absolutely nothing happened at all: the players simply sit around talking the usual witty Wilde dialogue. However, because Wilde was a literary genius, the play is both worthwhile reading and watching, while this has only - as one reviewer pointed out - Jessica Messenger's "boobs" to recommend it. Surely you have something better to do... I have the television on when I'm writing because the distraction helps me concentrate; in this case I looked up occasionally then when the flick was over, fast forwarded through it (Thanks Tubi TV) to help those of you who may be fans of such limited entertainment as seeing Ms. Messenger display her limited assets, said visuals may be found at approximately the following minute marks: 2; 47; 67; 75.
Review of One Hour to Die
