Model by Day

Pret a Porter meets Barb Wire in this good-looking but rather tiresome thriller based around the fashion industry. Goldeneye's Famke Janssen is superb (but wasted) as the eponymous heroine, who seeks vengeance after her flatmate is maimed. Yes she is a model by day and an angel of vengeance by night who looks absurd in purple underwear and crash helmet. Great photography but a laughable script, poor Basic Instinct-type interrogation scene and occasional nudity can't save this from the bargain bin. Janssen fans be warned.

This was shown on the TV last week. Unusual movie, nice to look at, but predictable.

It's easy to call this movie absurd. Well, I suppose it is. But then, so is a plot about a bloke getting dressed up as a bat and fighting another bloke dressed up as a penguin. (Not that I'm drawing any kind of comparison with the Batman movies. But therein lies the inspiration, I think).

For the purist, this one shouldn't be considered as a super heroine but like a basic masked vigilante (she has no super powers). So maybe Famke's charm and kick skills can do the trick for a few minutes but honestly after nearly one hour i was just terribly bored... Loeb may be an award winning comics book writer, here he just tells nothing: sure the movie is funky and colored as it's about fashion, spotlight and nightclubs but the action and characters are totally forgettable! I'm sure that even the comics are more dynamic than this dreadful stinker!

A waste of time. If you like watching pretty women talking in empty cliches, doing nothing for an hour and a half, this is the movie for you. The most slow-paced and dull and uninteresting film I've seen for years.

Despite the credits proclaiming otherwise, this film was almost certainly written, cast, lit, filmed, scored and edited by a fourteen-year-old boy. No other excuse exists. The crash helmet is the killer costume addition. Sure, it's got eye candy. However, Famke Janssen was just starting to get a foot in Hollywood's door then and can be forgiven. Sean Young, on the other hand, can't. Shannon Tweed has been happily knocking out rubbish like this for ever so there's no change for her. Imagine a really poor pilot episode for some awful new Saturday afternoon series for teens. Then imagine switching on to it when it's halfway through. That's what it's like to watch this from the beginning.