Jennifer Love Hewitt storms through the hallway, her boyfriend following behind her. She shakes her head. In their family room, he tries to explain to her but she keeps her back to him. She sits on the windowsill, her head resting on her arms. She glares at him and forms her hands into a mouth for the talking gesture.
He sits on the back of the couch, dazed while she lists his every fault. He puts his hands on her waist and she pulls them away. She sits backwards on the chair. He puts his hand on her arm and she shoves it off.
She climbs into the shower and lets him touch her. But when he tries to kiss her, she backs off. He’s tired of her games.
In the kitchen, the tea kettle is whistling and she says they don’t go out enough.
She runs down the apartment floor hallway, hair dripping wet.
She stands in front of the television, which he is watching. He puts his fingers on his temple, disgusted by her petty behavior. She crawls into his lap on the sofa and tells him off.
Back in the kitchen, he attempts to kiss and she shoves him.
They walk into a friend’s apartment. He ignores her as she bitches him out.
In the bedroom, he is able to finally get her to talk to him on the bed. However, she opens the window. In bed, she strokes his hair.
In the kitchen, she holds a mug and then smashes it on the floor. She plugs her headphones in and dances around on the coffee table. in the family room. She kicks glasses with her feet. She dances in the apartment hallway, barefoot. He watches her, amused at her play for attention.
He hangs out on the balcony and she pulls out the wire. She screams at him from the stairs.
Smoke fills the kitchen and she says he can’t even boil water without causing damage. At some point, she lies on his chest on the couch. She shouts at him and he closes the door on her.
Hearing a knock on the door, he opens it and sees her, leaning against it, gloating.
Jennifer Love Hewitt belittles, harangues and harasses her boyfriend into submission. There is no middle ground as she harps on his every action and uses sex as a form of power. She is the type of the woman every other woman tolerates for the sake of being polite and watch every word they say, careful not to slip any private details that could be used them against later.
At a certain point, she goes from suffering from the garden variety personality disorder to ticking off the symptoms of being a sociopath. The hostile relationship between she and her boyfriend is similar to a car running the red light, turning into the wrong direction , careening towards an electrical pole, knocking the power out of a local suburban neighborhood. A neighbor calling the police on the couple would be a godsend for the boyfriend, giving him an out. A court order is the only way the relationship is going to end.
Director: Liz Friedlander Year: 2002