Kiss the Girls is exactly that kind of impotent undertaking, a movie that leaves you wondering what the fuss was all about when its end credits appear; it's a mish-mash of a dozen other, better films ground up and watered down--Seven, Silence of the Lambs, and Manhunter, to name a few of the usual suspects. It's also the sort of movie that confuses unpredictably with vagueness, making for a viewing experience about as thrilling as an NBC Sunday-night movie starring Tori Spelling.
He is drawn to Durham, North Carolina, when his violinist/college student niece, Naomi (Gina Ravera), goes missing. But Naomi's kidnapping is just one small part of a larger crime, as Alex discovers when he shows up at the Durham police station and finds detectives Nick Ruskin (Cary Elwes) and Davey Sikes (Alex McArthur) investigating the disappearances of eight young women and the deaths of two others. The man they're looking for leaves notes at the crime scenes signed "Casanova," and according to one detective, "he's a real student of the game and an enthusiastic rapist."
Casanova's next victim is Kate McTiernan (Ashley Judd), a surgeon who channels her sexual frustrations through kickboxing--meaning she's tough and celibate and good with sharp objects. Casanova--who wears a mask and speaks in hushed, threatening tones--keeps Kate in a cage, but she busts loose, jumps in the river to avoid her captor (in a scene straight out of The Fugitive), hooks up with Alex, and tries to lead the good guy to the bad guy. Actually, it's guys, since it turns out a serial killer in L.A. who calls himself "The Gentleman Caller" may or may not be Casanova...or his partner...or, like, something.
Fact is, Alex Cross has got to be the one of the dumbest cops around. He never calls for backup, lets two serial killers escape twice, can't figure out if the Gentleman Caller is Casanova or someone else, and lets the villains know he's coming by firing his gun at nothing. Kate's no better. She may be smart, but she never learned to turn the lights on in the house when she fears there may be a prowler lurking in the shadows.
There's no depth to the characters, no emotion vested in their plight (the book's subplot about Kate and Alex's love affair is thrown out, which is just as well). We're never told why Casanova kidnaps for love or why the Gentleman Caller cuts off his victims' feet; and when Casanova is revealed to us in the final moments, his identity makes no sense because never, not for one single second, are we given any clue to his (OK--or her) motivations. Instead, we're tossed myriad obvious suspects and a bunch of silly clues while the filmmakers throw us so far off course we're in another movie by the time this one ends. The film explains nothing--not because it treats the audience intelligently, but because it feels haphazard and inexplicable. The bad guys kill...well, just because. And there's nothing thrilling about that.
Kiss the Girls.
Directed by Gary Fleder. Written by David Klass; based on the novel by James Patterson. Starring Morgan Freeman, Ashley Judd, Cary Elwes, Alex McArthur, Tony Goldwyn, and Jay O. Sanders. Opens Friday.
