His portrayal of the perverted yet controlled persona of Miles was perfect. The intensity in Giovanni Ribisi’s acting is attention grabbing and compelling. “Hey, wear something sexy,” Miles counsels Ro about her first day, “You need to bait the hook.”īehind this catch-before-you-are-caught story, there is a disjointed series of moments from Rowena’s past, which break apart the mesmerizing quality of the current drama surrounding Grace’s murder to lay the absorbing puzzle of who-done-it and why. He gets her a job at Hill’s company through a temp agency, working in data entry.
A woman scorned, she had wanted to make him pay: “He has no idea what I can do to him.” Using her “skills” as an undercover reporter, Ro goes after Hill with the help of Miles ( Giovanni Ribisi), a former New York Post co-worker, who seems to have ulterior motives for helping Ro. Shortly before she died, Grace told Ro of an affair she had had with a wealthy, successful, married advertising executive: Harrison Hill ( Bruce Willis). It begins with a simple byline married man gets rid of girlfriend, permanently. When Grace (Nicki Aycox), a woman that she grew up with ends up in the city morgue, Ro’s takes on the “job” of solving Grace’s murder. Predictably, she quits her job, keeping the huge chip for her shoulders. “Ro” (Rowena-Halle Barry) an undercover New York City Post reporter gets to break open a scandalous story, only to have it taken away just as she begins to “celebrate” its release (by getting “fantastically, exceedingly drunk” on “copious amounts of drinks”). And, like the movie, keeps the person next to you a “Perfect Stranger.”īeginning with a retina scan, “Perfect Stranger” mixes a good, simple who-done-it with technology. A society like this engenders deceit, selfishness and voyeurism. We don’t know our neighbors, but those we “chat” with on our computers are privy to the deepest desires and the darkest fantasies that we would never tell our friends and family.
One of the most disturbing developments in (at least American) society today is a desire for intimate anonymity. How much do we ever really know about the person next to us?
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