We all know Adolf Hitler did not die as a result of an organized assassination plot against him but this fact does not hinder the enjoyment of watching how that attempt by members of his own Nazi command plays out. Reminiscent of great ‘60s WWII conspiracy thrillers such as 36 Hours and Night of the Generals this film centers on the actions of Colonel Claus von Stauffenberg (Tom Cruise) a loyal German officer who nevertheless is horrified by what he sees Hitler doing to his country and is determined to find a way to stop him. In 1942 he tries to persuade senior commanders to overthrow Hitler and later in 1943 while recovering from combat injuries he joins the German Resistance a secretive anti-Hitler group comprised of several men in the highest ranks on the inside. Using Hitler’s own contingency plan labeled Operation Valkyrie to prop up the government should he die this group puts their assassination and take over plan in motion. As the eye patch-wearing SS colonel Tom Cruise is excellent. He comfortably manages to get to the heart of Stauffenberg and portray a man who clearly loves his country and feels it’s a patriotic duty to stop the madness. Wisely Cruise (who produced through his United Artists studio) surrounds himself with actors of the first stripe. Among those supporting the mission are: Kenneth Branagh in a relatively brief turn as an German officer; Bill Nighy as one of von Stauffenberg’s closest allies in the venture; and Eddie Izzard as a communications specialist charged with cutting Hitler’s contact to the rest of Germany. There’s also superb work from Terence Stamp as another high-ranking conspirator and the always great Tom Wilkinson as career officer Fredrick Fromm who seems to be playing all sides despite appearing to be a stern supporter of the Fuhrer. And as Stauffenberg’s loyal wife Carice van Houten (Black Book) looks lovely and hits just the right notes as her husband’s sounding board. Although he has guided big popcorn pictures such as Superman Returns and X-Mens director Bryan Singer has also given us intense thrillers like the Oscar winning Usual Suspects and Apt Pupil. So the command he shows in turning out this nifty thriller should come as no surprise. Clearly Singer knows how to grab hold of an audience and keep them on the edge of their seats -- no easy trick here since the outcome is never in doubt. He keeps this going like a speeding train ratcheting up the suspense at every turn and focusing his camera directly into the eyes and sweat of these courageous conspirators. Valkyrie is a pulse-pounding heart-racing excitement from start to finish.
Sexpots Max (Sigourney Weaver) and her daughter Page (Jennifer Love Hewitt) have a good thing going. Consummate con artists the duo make a living by swindling dumb rich guys. Max marries them Page seduces them into adultery Max makes off with hefty damages paid and they're off to the Next Big Sting. This happens over and over and over and still over again. Then one day Max's jilted husband Dean (Ray Liotta) a sleazy Jersey chop-shop owner wises up and follows up in hot pursuit of the pair who have hightailed it to Palm Beach to make their last big score with revolting billionaire cigarette tycoon William B. Tensy (Gene Hackman). While Max attempts to snare Tensy Page strikes out on her own and promptly falls for her first target bartender Jack (Jason Lee).
Love Hewitt is obviously trying to shed her good-girl image by shedding her clothes in a formula caper romance but her one-note performance is banal. Weaver who has always been well suited for comedy can vamp it up with the best of 'em. But this dumb movie restricts her to bad lines and an even worse (and inexplicable) Russian accent in which she karaokes "Back to the U.S.S.R." - oof. Lee gives a non-performance. The only redeeming things about it is the comically vile Hackman and Liotta who looks like he's having a great time spoofing his self created two-bit gangster persona.
This film has been knocking around since '96 when Anjelica Huston and Alicia Silverstone were considering it. What attracted respected actors like Weaver Hackman Liotta and Anne Bancroft (in a bit part) to this broad obvious comedy now is beyond the scope of this reviewer. It's just NOT FUNNY. What it is is predictable - the conclusion to its contrived love stories comes at you like a Mack truck halfway through the movie but you have to sit through a full two hours of PG-13-rated T&A to get there. (Guys you might not think that's so bad). Take Love's love story for example - now if Jack is smart enough to see through Page's trickery why is he stupid enough to fall for her? And why would a nice guy like him be attracted to a nasty slut who's trying to swindle him out of money?