Hush

I thought this movie was one of Tori's best movies (from a genre of made for TV 'B' movies). I thought is was pretty good for an over-used, 'angry ex-girlfriend takes revenge on new wife' theme. It kept me on the edge and the psycho ex-girlfriend is unpredictable. One of the ridiculous parts is how does a waitress who doesn't have two nickels to rub together miraculously pay for invetro procedures??? Other than that, the movie clips along, not sure what's going to happen next - so it holds your interest. It's a great Saturday afternoon flick to curl up on the couch with popcorn. I give it 8 stars - I've certainly seen worse!

Have followed Tori Spelling in most of her films and she has improved greatly in her great acting skills. It is hard for an actor to out shine her famous dad, however, in this picture she was outstanding. Tori Spelling played the role of Nina Hamilton,"Sol Goode",'01, as a wife to a doctor who is a bit green behind the ears in his profession, but the past seems to catch up with him. Nina has a bitter experience finding out things about her husband's past and his love affair on top of a building in the local town. Nina and her husband love each other very much, but a woman with hot desires on her husband make it very difficult to have a normal loving marriage. The TV film will keep you on the edge of your seat and like I said before, Tori is at her very best in the acting department. Enjoy!

Lazy writing, bad acting and wooden direction lead us to a 2005 Canadian-made TV movie called HUSH, not to be confused with about eight other movies using the same name. Tori Spelling and her doctor hubby move from SanFran to his small hometown, where they run into his old gal pal, who decides she still loves him. She gets pregnant with Tori's baby (don't ask) and starts knocking off anyone who might get in her way as she plans to reunite with her old flame. The actors playing the old gal pal and the doctor are not worth mentioning, as they act flatter than flat. Tori isn't much better, but at least she is something to focus on as the plot meanders here and there before arriving at a very lame and all-too-familiar conclusion. Watch instead THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE.

I don't know if I should be amused or insulted by drivel like this put out by "Lifetime: Television For Women" Should be renamed "Lifetime: Television For Shut In Drama Queens" because I've yet to see a movie that wasn't a tear jerking pot boiler. This film was no exception. You know a film's going to be bad when the biggest headliner is Tori Spelling, completely a creation of bad plastic surgery and spoiled privilege minus any real talent. Everyone else matched her in unbelievably bad acting and the storyline was beyond dumb, as if anyone could believe any of it. If I hadn't have been helpless on the sofa pinned down watching with the same fascination you view a gory car wreck I would have changed the channel.

This is one of those films you can have on for a couple of hours on a Sunday morning -- able to do other things with no real complications in losing any understanding of the proceedings, and gaining some fascination in wondering why such mediocrities acquired the manpower and financial resources to be produced in the first place.

Of course, with all the cable channels, as well as Lifetime's need to fill its time slots with 100 or so hours worth of movies per week (along with incessant "Golden Girls" reruns), this type of fare is now a t.v. staple. Also, it seems these flicks provide livelihood to the Canadian locales where most are made, as well as the host of Canadian actors appearing in them.

Tori Spelling, like the ferret-face Paris Hilton, is somebody who - if not for family connections and resources - would likely be working at The Gap. But at least Tori has become, say, a C+-level thespian, appearing in occasional presentations appropriate to this level.

This story is one which has been seen on Lifetime and similar venues God-knows-how-many times. Devious woman, a total sociopath, trying to screw-up everyone else's lives, operating during the initial parts of the story with more cleverness than a CIA operative could muster, committing murder when necessary, and out to wreck the life of the flick's "heroine."

As usual, the male lead is a completely clueless dolt. And in these types of films, one finds, say, characters about whom one can really "care," about 10% of the time. This one is in the other 90%.