Wow, this film is twenty years old, which makes it an old movie by now. Which means it’s about time for me to watch it. I mean, it’s not like a black and white film, which it might well have been if it had been a movie twenty years old when I was born. But its humor is that of another time, when you could make fun of stereotypes and whatnot.
At any rate, Sandra Bullock plays a tomboy FBI agent whose compassion during a raid leads to an FBI agent getting shot and puts her in the doghouse with her boss played by Ernie Hudson. When the team gets a tip that a serial bomber might target the Miss United States pageant, they decide to send someone undercover–and Agent Gracie Hart is the only one of the team who might look good in a swimsuit. So she goes undercover, getting a crash course in behaving like a lady from a pageant tutor played by Michael Caine, and she learns that the pretty women whom she’d mocked for performing in pageants have heart and intelligence and they’re all similar.
You know, the kind of lesson we used to get from movies and whatnot.
At any rate, a product of a different time, and a pleasant viewing experience. My beautiful wife, who had already seen the film, watched it with me, and that’s kind of rare these days as our taste in movies has diverged a bit as, strangely, she prefers more modern blockbuster sorts of films.
Also, it starred Sandra Bullock.
I’ve seen a number of films with Sandra Bullock–the height of her career kind of tracked with the height of my going to movies–so I’ve seen Speed, Hope Floats (in the theater), along with The Blind Side, Demolition Man, The Net, part of The Vanishing (my friends and I walked out of the theater, one of a few or maybe only one time I’ve done that), perhaps While You Were Sleeping…. Well, given her extensive ouevre which has continued to this day (she was in a Romancing the Stone-like film called The Lost City last year), I guess I haven’t watched all that many. But then again, my prime movie watching days ended not long after the turn of the century.
I have always found her pretty.
Apparently, she is almost 60, but I wouldn’t believe it. Of course, I don’t think I’m a day over thirtysomething either.
