Heights (review)
Right off the bat, we’re assaulted by Glenn Close’s Broadway diva, who rages to her master class of wannabe thespians how we’re none of us passionate anymore, how we substitute iced mochachinos for emotion, or some such hotheaded nonsense. So of course you know instantly that the film’s title is going to refer to emotional heights, or the lack thereof, experienced or surpressed by this ensemble of sleekly attractive and dully restrained Manhattanites… and that Close’s outburst that opens the film will be the most dynamic the movie gets. This is a Merchant Ivory production, so perhaps that’s to be expected — but bottled-
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MPAA: rated R for language, brief sexuality and nudity
viewed at home on a small screen
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