OK, this is not superior filmmaking and OK, the acting is definitely ham-fisted at times (especially the lead, Michael Laurence). But the premise is good and the plotting is, in fact, pretty solid.
An arrogant young attorney (Laurence) [gee, is there any other kind? joke] with an attractive loving wife beds as many other babes as he can, gambles, and defends a racist sleazeball (played really well by the late great Brion James, one of the best character actors around). So this guy's no saint. He makes the mistake of blasting insults at a telephone operator when he's frustrated about finding a number and little by little, the operator begins to ruin his life, via phony phone calls, credit card destruction, bank account problems, humiliation, etc.
So, yeah, it is a come-uppance tale, but the plotting is strong enough to surpass the definite weaknesses in acting. It's good that both the aforementioned James and also Stephen Tobolowsky are on hand to lend the film some acting chops; the other actors pale by comparison. On the other hand, the story is pretty well thought out and it does create some suspense--what will the operator think of next to bring this guy down? At first the tricks she pulls are predictable, but things heat up and get somewhat more creative.
In one scene, she calls him on his cell phone and spouts Buddhist philosophy at him, which, though some may think sounds phony, is actually real--about desire, attachment, and suffering. That was unexpected and pretty cool.
As mentioned, not great, but not bad at all. Worth seeing. |