Catwoman

A few months ago, the first picture of Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit started making the rounds on the Internet. She was dressed in a tacky, torn leather outfit, topped off with an asinine cat mask that a kindergartener would be embarrassed to wear at a Halloween party. Comic-book geeks and movie freaks prayed that the initial viewing was a hoax, something concocted by a severely warped person on their Dell. When the picture started showing up in reputable magazines, the fate of Catwoman the movie was clear: It was to blow mightily. It was thus clear from the get-go that Warner Brothers and director Pilaf, excuse me, Pitof, had no clue what they were doing with the potential franchise starring the Oscar winning actress. We knew that Catwoman would stink, it was just a question of how much it would stink. Well, it’s a legendary stinker, and the presence of Sharon Stone as the villain doesn’t help matters much. Director Pitof revels in the kind of Joel Schumacher camp that made a mockery of the comic book movie, and Berry makes a fool of herself.