Popcorn Reviews With Cybèle: The Devil's Own 

By Cybèle Elaine Werts  
CybeleW@aol.com

Dispite a movie diet of matzos, Fuji apples and Bit-O-Honey minis from the bulk bin at Shaw’s, I enjoyed most of "The Devil’s Own" with Harrison Ford, Brad Pitt and Treat Williams. All babettes. [I couldn’t indulge in chocolate because the night before I got a case of food poisoning from bad hamburger, and the memory of upchucking tacos was sufficient to keep even me away from chocolate and diary products for a day].

The thing that first moved me to write this review was Brad Pitt’s eyes, glistening ravenously, set off by those tender lips, pouting and moist. Passion. He looked ready to make love at any moment. Now I admit that just looking at him kind of makes my stomach ache sweetly, but it seemed a bit much. No coincidence here I believe, even though he surely only got one love scene out of the whole flick. If you want to see him before he had the Name, check out that sex scene in "Thelma & Louise". I knew right then he’d be one hot actor.

Here’s Brad, Irish, passionate, alive. Here’s his co-protagonist - Harrison Ford looking kind of like a dried up prune. Dry lips, set frown. Now, we all know Harrison well from his Indiana days which surely weren’t that long ago - when he too had that passionate fire to his eyes. Did Harrison give up the ghost so that Brad could shine in comparison [literally as well as figuratively], or has Harrison lost his Hutspa? I’ll leave that to my gentle reader to decide. As for Treat Williams, I think I’ll never completely erase that scene in "Hair" where he danced on the banquet table. Anything else is anti-climactic.

This movie’s pace was strong, fast and consistent - the usual Hollywood fare. Another action adventure - no real surprises except the remarkable and fearless friendship between Harrison & Pitt. They even touched a few times. I’m sure it will do well if only because of the current craze in All Things Irish. Lots of Irish Brogue lollygagging out of Brad - most of which I couldn’t understand, and they even managed some sprightly Irish dancing. Still, it was another excuse for good and evil to play off. If Brad’s sensuality hadn’t sufficiently distracted me I might have given it a lower rating. Call me a fool for love.

The Cybele Short Movie Blurb is:

The movie is just like Bit-O-Honey, it’s chewy and lively, but loses it’s bite when up against a Tobler Orange Chocolate slice which is likely to bring a girl to her knees. [also available at Shaw’s]

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