Review – Birth

This is one of those laconically-paced little art movies that seem to attract big-name stars in search of a laconically-paced little art movie to bolster their acting cred. An example of what I'm talking about: one shot of Nicole Kidman’s face runs for nearly two whole minutes. Just her face and dramatic music. No kidding. With stunts like that abounding, even a neophyte film student would have little trouble cutting this feature-length stinker down to a 22-minute Twilight Zone episode. Kidman plays a newly-engaged woman approached by a ten-year-old kid (Danny Huston) who claims to be her dead husband. So it might actually have been an okay TZ (assuming the icky Kidman/Huston sexuality joined the endless, vacant staring on the cutting room floor). It just isn’t a good movie. Wish I’d skipped it