Review: ‘In Her Shoes’

Parisians may be offensive, but at least they have a degree of charm, wit and sophistication, which is more than can be said of the film In Her Shoes.

This is without doubt one of the most inane follies ever committed to celluloid. Billed as a comedy drama, it is neither comedic nor dramatic. In fact, during the course of a mind-numbing 140 minutes, nothing of note happens whatsoever. The narrative plods along like an obese asthma-sufferer in a suit of armour, making his way across the Gobi desert at the height of a particularly oppressive drought. Clichés abound, the performances are anaemic, and the dialogue is as unremarkable as a road sign on the M62.

Then there is the unseemly, semi-pornographic obsession with Cameron Diaz’s body. One imagines that behind the camera, Curtis Hanson passed the time masturbating like a baboon, so frequent are the shots of his female lead prancing about in her undercrackers. Diaz has great pins, no doubt about it, but the man who brought us LA Confidential shouldn’t really be dwelling on them like a randy frat-boy, who enjoys hiding in cupboards to watch his roommate have sex.

All things considered, you would be hard-pushed to find an artistic endeavour in any medium with less to recommend it, including Tracy Emin’s lost masterpiece, ‘Shit In My Shoes’.

Verdict: Not The Done Thing