Have you ever been tempted to snoop on a loved one, were you surprised by what you found?
In, Little Black Book, Stacy Holt (Murphy) is an aspiring television producer working for a sleazy daytime talk show. Stacy is uncertain of her boyfriend’s (Livingston) intentions, and when encouraged by her co-worker (Hunter), she proceeds to go though his Palm Pilot to learn more about him.
Using her position at the talk show as a ruse, she begins to discover more about Derek and his ex-girlfriends, and what she finds makes her question how well she knows her man.
Billed, as a modern day tale of immorality, dealing with the ability to snoop in the electronic age, this movie is meant to be a dark comedy, not a romantic one. Unfortunately, it is not a very good comedy of any kind.
The problem is the film does little more than scratch the surface of the major moral issue at the core of the film, which is, who can you trust? Instead, the film skips the moral question of whether you should trust a partner, and jumps straight to the consequences of succumbing to the temptation of your actions.
The characters do immoral things, without allowing the audience to understand their motives, so we are not able to like them, or at least relate to them. This is most evident with Brittany Murphy, she does very little to draw the audience in, or gain our sympathy. As far as humor goes, the only really interesting, or “funny” parts, of the film come out of the sleazy talk show that Murphy’s character works on.
The film is billed as a dark comedy, but instead is just dark, despite its colorful appearance on the screen; it is filled with unlikable characters that do despicable things, with very little humor. All of these things combine to make this one of the worst films I have seen this year.
