MONDO EXTRAS

There's a paragraph at the end telling the audience about the other movies Hepburn went on to make and the second son she had. Almost as an afterthought, there's a brief photomontage made from stock footage, showing a much older, but blissfully real, Hepburn in her work with UNICEF along with another explanatory paragraph. The only thing that moved me in this whole awful three hours was the wet cat. And it had nothing to do with Hepwitt rescuing it; I just happen to love wet cats. In fact, I'd rather watch three hours of wet cats than watch this thing again. But, all in all, I think the casting director of this disastrous biopic should be given an Emmy. Yes, an Emmy, for finding the worst possible actors to portray Capote, Ferrer, Bogart, Holden, Peck, various French men, and the rest of the classic film stars they managed to massacre in this-made-for-TV schlock. In fact, I am sure it was their intent to surround Hewitt with horrible mimickers in the hopes that her own rendition would seem good by comparison. All they succeeded in doing was magnifying Hewitt's talentless portrayal of a beloved screen legend.