Don't you just love tough movie broads? You know, the street-talking, wise-cracking, hard-drinking cop-kind that weigh about twenty pounds--twenty SKINNY pounds, and that's with a pocket full of rocks--but can still toss around guys three times their size? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy role-reversal about as much as the next guy. Unfortunately, the "macho-man with breasts" character rarely works--especially if she doesn't really HAVE breasts. Queen Latifah would have done better that this Beth Kennedy person, and for so many reasons.
But even if you can get over the dime-store Dirty Harriet...sorry; this still isn't much of a flick. Way too heavy on the violins and melancholy piano scores, for one thing--in other words, schmaltz. And of course any science was just incidental, since all that continuum-twisting was just a device to advance the tear-jerking plot. But when the kid-grown-up-into-multiple-murderer meets same-kid-AS-a-kid, and starts acting all sensitive, like (wow!) A BETTER FATHER THAN THE ACTUAL FATHER...please.
All right, there was a little humor. Like Corbin Bernson's line: "This is the future; this is SERIOUS!" And Mom the Elder was a real hoot, for the most part; kudos to Jeanne Cooper for that.
But overall, I can't really give this bit of transparent PC misandry (look it up; but you better have a REALLY unabridged dictionary) more than four stars. And that's with a tail-wind.
But even if you can get over the dime-store Dirty Harriet...sorry; this still isn't much of a flick. Way too heavy on the violins and melancholy piano scores, for one thing--in other words, schmaltz. And of course any science was just incidental, since all that continuum-twisting was just a device to advance the tear-jerking plot. But when the kid-grown-up-into-multiple-murderer meets same-kid-AS-a-kid, and starts acting all sensitive, like (wow!) A BETTER FATHER THAN THE ACTUAL FATHER...please.
All right, there was a little humor. Like Corbin Bernson's line: "This is the future; this is SERIOUS!" And Mom the Elder was a real hoot, for the most part; kudos to Jeanne Cooper for that.
But overall, I can't really give this bit of transparent PC misandry (look it up; but you better have a REALLY unabridged dictionary) more than four stars. And that's with a tail-wind.