It's something I pondered as people in the poorly attended cinema I was in steadily walked out. My girlfriend wanted to see it and I like cats, and to some extent I still like comic books. Well, the lesson is that sometimes comic book characters are best left that way. Halle Berry may define what is meant by a "sex kitten" but Catwoman? Hmmm. About the only thing I liked was Sharon Stone playing the evil cosmetics empress whose toxic products make your face go as hard as marble or cause it to disintegrate if you stop applying them. (Although it's hard to believe that a cosmetics company would risk ruinous law suits by knowingly using toxic ingredients, some unscrupulous beauticians have actually done that). Otherwise it's like watching a computer game with two dimensional characters, totally implausible scenarios and clichés throughout. Not the worst film of the year but certainly it deserves to be nominated for it.
