I`ll admit it, even sometimes the critic is wrong. A few weeks ago I was talking some nonsense about how Goldie Hawn was the Queen of Cuteorama in modern film. But that was before I knew about ”Prelude to a Kiss” and the breathtaking cuteness of Meg Ryan. Oh sure, I had seen ”When Harry Met Sally,” but it didn`t prepare me. I must say, and my condolences to Goldie, Meg is definitely the new queen. . .
Huh? What`s that? How was the movie, you say? Well, couldn`t we talk more about Meg and her co-star, good old Alec ”garden chest” Baldwin some more?
They steal the first part of the film, as an esoteric relationship blossoms between them. And then, in no more than barely one scene, ”Prelude to a Kiss” turns into a flimsy body-switch flick when an old man approaches Meg and puckers up. The film then proceeds into wild conjecture and foolish ideology, not to mention a corny ending.
Don`t worry, if you actually do go to see ”Prelude,” you will enjoy yourself. Something about the movie makes it immediately appealing, until you get some time to think it over.
Unfortunately, the time for thinking has ended. So long live the new Queen, the old Queen`s picture is out of the theaters, and, if you will, enjoy a different movie. (STAR)(STAR)
