OUT of the blue last week, a companion and I launched into a conversation about Halle Berry.
Like just about everyone else, we gave her her due for being beautiful. Some of us admire the actress because she rocks short hair and so do we.

Moving along the trajectory of HB’s career, we concurred that we did not like “Monster’s Ball.” Said I: “So often they give Oscars to actors for the wrong role.”
Companion didn’t have too much good to say about “Jungle Fever,” thinking HB woefully miscast. I liked it better. We gave “Bulworth” two thrumbs up and were ecstatic about “Swordfish.” Girlfriend was as sharp as a tack (wardrobe-wise) in that little romp with John Travolta

Now here comes “The Call,” which opens today in U.S. theaters. HB is 911 operator Jordan Turner. Jordan is accustomed to talking people off of cliffs and keeping them calm in very challenging circumstances. (See video above.)
Those are handy skill sets, and she must call on them and others to
save Casey Welson (Abigail Breslin) from the man in her house. He’s not supposed to be there, incidentally. Through a wild coincidence (or poor plot development), Jordan has history with this intruder (Michael Eklund). I know. WT! (What the …!).
While “The Call” is not one of HB’s best efforts – the acting tends toward tepid – she is not the only problem. The film has other issues around plausibility; it’s also derivative. And then there’s the ending. It ain’t thrilling. Better luck next time Halle.
”The Call: is rated R. Visit http://www.call-movie.com/site/ to learn more about the film. Rx.
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