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Not dazzled at all
Bedazzled In yet another remake to hit the screens this year, Elizabeth
Hurley stars as the devil. But in this American version of
Stanley Donen's 1967 British film of the same name by director
Harold Ramis (Groundhog Day), the devil doesn't quite know
if she should be acting sweet and seductive or sexy and sly in
order to get what she wants. What she's lusting after, of course, is a mere earthling's
soul: the soul of social misfit Elliot Richards (Brendan Fraser),
a romantically inept geek with a crush on co-worker Alison
(Frances O'Connor). And she's willing to wear a slinky red dress,
hand out her business card, and buy Elliot a hamburger and coke
to prove it. Elliot surrenders with comparative ease, signing a phonebook
size contract in return for the seven wishes the devil promises
to grant him. Of course, we can all see where this is going: the
wishes all go horribly wrong. Elliot firstly wishes to be very rich and married to Alison;
lo and behold, he's a Columbian drug lord with an Alison who's in
love with her English teacher. One of the funniest scenes - there
are only a few moments of true hilarity in this hit-and-miss
comedy - is of Elliot's utter amazement when he discovers he can
speak Spanish fluently. When things go wrong, Elliot uses the devil's pager to return
to his old identity. And he does need to use it, as in turn he
becomes a basketball star with much more than a perspiration
problem, a sensitive guy who cries at the sight of a sunset, an
articulate author who also happens to be gay, and a president
who's about to be assassinated. The cuts to the different roles don't make for much of a plot,
and audiences will find themselves growing curious about what's
going to happen to Elliot in the next sketch, rather than derive
any pleasure from a coherently structured film. Hurley, following up on her Austin Powers' efforts, might not
be bad to look at, but has awful trouble swaggering around. She
kind of bounces as if she's uncomfortable when she's not on a
catwalk or standing still for the Estee Lauder photographers - or
running past a union picket, perhaps. She also talks rather
curiously: it's as if she's had one too many elocution
lessons. Fraser deals with the lukewarm script with honorable gusto.
His energy results in a solid performance for his multiple and
disparate roles - and he's not bad to look at either. As the love interest, Australian actress Frances O'Connor
isn't given much of a chance to show her stuff - but when she
plays the journalist interviewing Elliot the basketball player,
her true talent shines through. There's an admirable moral to the movie, but it couldn't have
been less subtly pointed out than if it were actually written up
onscreen: you can choose whether you're going follow a good or an
evil path while you're here on earth - no need to wait until
after death. There's a few laughs, but ultimately this is
harmless candy for the eyes. How desperate are you for a sugar
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