Lesser Evil

This almost worthless tripe is what everyone who derides TV movies has in mind. Awful, sometimes mannered, acting from an ensemble of plastic centerfolds, a ridiculous story, and in what other post-'60s movie has such obvious back projection been used for car-interior driving scenes? How laughably cut-rate for 2006! Otherwise, the direction is the only adequate thing about the entire enterprise. The movie is about a woman who seeks justice for a vile rape, but the script drags in all kinds of extraneous nonsense involving terrorists, corrupt, power-mad federal agents, a failing fashion business, and (deep sigh) a budding romance with the stiffest of cops. On the surface, the movie doesn't appear, overtly at least, all that bad, but there's just something a little off and phony about every single scene, to the extent that there isn't an authentic, original, or interesting moment in the entire movie.