Erin Brockovich

November 21st, 2002  |  Published in Uncategorized

Class required viewing. I didn’t want to like this one, but an hour trapped in a room with a hyper-caffeinated screenwriter convinced me that there’s a lot there to admire in structure, even if you don’t care for tarted up Julia Roberts or her sanitized biker boyfriend.

Salon’s review is close enough for my tastes, if a little effusive.

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