The Art of Murder (1999)An abused wife (Joanna Pacula) turns to another man and becomes the victim of a blackmailer. Director:Ruben Preuss |
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The Art of Murder (1999)An abused wife (Joanna Pacula) turns to another man and becomes the victim of a blackmailer. Director:Ruben Preuss |
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Cole Sheridan
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| Joanna Pacula | ... |
Elizabeth Sheridan
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| Boyd Kestner | ... |
Tony Blanchard
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| Peter Onorati | ... |
Willie Kassel
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Nathaniel DeVeaux | ... |
Sheriff Powers Crawford
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| Kathryn Anderson | ... |
Tina
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| Betty Linde | ... |
Ora Mae Howell
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| Mark Brandon | ... |
Ken Lothrop
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Thomas Miller | ... |
Tommy Lothrop
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Jaclynn Grad | ... |
Casey McHugh
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John Nelson | ... |
Trooper
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John Tierney | ... |
Burton Hiasen
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Kim Stern | ... |
Waitress
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Elizabeth Sheridan is a painter, living in a beautiful home on the coast near Seattle, where her wealthy husband Cole runs a yacht-building company. Elizabeth and the firm's top designer, Tony Blanchard, are having an affair. A particularly nasty blackmailer confronts her with pictures, threatening to give them to Cole; she and Tony agree to pay, but after two deaths and a torched house, things have gotten complicated: infidelity pales next to a murder charge. An high-school yearbook photo takes her further into danger. What motive might explain and connect the twists? Is she ensnared beyond hope? Written by <jhailey@hotmail.com>
This is awesomely bad and awesomely embarassing for a Canadian. We grow good wine. Our writers and poets are among the world's best. The National Ballet is rated among the top five companies in the world. BUT WE MAKE BLOODY AWFUL MOVIES! This one isn't especially bad. It's especially typical and typically bad, shot in two bit hotels and public parks with thin direction, high school level acting and "gee whiz...lets see what this button on the camera does??" photography. If Michael Moriarity was so intent on doing a Jack Nicholson impersonation, couldn't he at least have done a GOOD Jack Nicholson impersonation? And if the movie was shot in Vancouver, truly one of the loveliest cities on earth and also a centre of yacht building (part of the "plot") why in God's name do we let that endemic Canadian inferiority complex dictate that it be disguised as Seattle??? Not only am I mad about this film, I'm embarassed and more than a little ashamed. The Australians turn out some splendid stuff. We produce pretentious second rate piffle. Gawd!!!!!