Sitting through a screening of this terrible movie a few weeks ago, I would have given almost anything to have a fast-forward device in my hand. That would have enabled me to skip to the film’s two money shots, where actresses Samantha Morton and Jennifer Ehle (playing characters who both worked at Miramax’s London facility) finally spill the beans on how their lives were destroyed by Harvey (Weinstein). Their scenes are akin to witnessing a great star’s unexpected demise in one of those ultra-cheesy Irwin Allen disaster movies of the seventies – think of Jennifer Jones falling out of the outside elevator in “The Towering Inferno” or Gene Hackman just letting go of those engineering room pipes and falling into the abyss after the death of fellow passenger Stella Stevens in “The Poseidon Adventure “
Together, the Morton/Ehle money shots take about ten minutes of our precious time. The rest of the film is dull as our two NYT reporters (the unfortunate Carey Mulligan and Zoe Kazan) run hither and thither like two headless chickens desperately trying to get some current or former Miramax/Weinstein employee to talk to them.
So, I advise anyone reading this to watch this movie on your iPhone and fast-forward through everything except Morton and Ehle. You will be glad you did!