This movie was so-so. It had it's moments, but wasn't the greatest.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

Story: It's very simple but honestly that is fine.

I was lucky enough to find a DVD copy in my local second hand store yesterday. Yay!!The story is offbeat and quirky.The cast is great, especially Meredith Eaton. She steals every scene she's in and what a beautiful lady she is too.Kathy Bates is one of the best actresses around. She's down to earth and believable. And what a nice surprise, the lady can sing very well.Rupert Everett is so good at comedy. But, he can play anything. I've liked Jonathan Pryce for years. It's nice to have something that I can listen to his singing. I have searched the internet, but I can't find where he has released and album unfortunately.It's just a gem that I can watch over and over and never get tired of.

Unconditional Love became an instant but accidental love when it popped up on the T- Box. September 2012 and the T-Box is offering us a 2002 Kathy Bates movie we had somehow overlooked? With little else on offer, we tuned in with absolutely no expectations, a rare but desirable state of being. What we witnessed was a camp comedy that was as outrageous as it was romantic. Whilst it moved quickly, the characters were deep and you either loved them or loved to hate them. Bates and Everett, the leads, played their roles to perfection, with Bates' performance a gem. Don't pay any attention to people saying Bates looks out of place, they seem to have missed the moment. The movie delivers in spades, if you're not laughing you're crying or being shocked by its blackness, no minority is spared. An uplifting must watch comedy, though maybe too camp for some to appreciate.

An utter mess of a movie – practically nothing in the script works. The basic premise, trumpeted from the opening shot, of Jonathan Pryce as a superstar-heartthrob pop singer is simply unconvincing (especially as his voice is notably unnotable), the directing is schizophrenic (leaden one minute and frantic the next) and the movie is ridiculously over-long (the exposition alone takes 30 minutes before the plot – or Rupert Everett – is even revealed) – but the performances of Bates and Everett are simply wonderful, Eaton is eminently memorable (although she relies far too much on screaming, undoubtedly dictated by the director, for comic effect), and Aykroyd is terrifically understated and sympathetic.It feels like two different scripts, torn up, thrown into a box and shaken, but the chemistry between the two leads is palpable and it's heartening to see Everett actually act again (he's been coasting on charm for years). Redgrave has her moments too, but the only scenes that really satisfy, as sure-handed comedy film-making, are the two cameo appearances by Julie Andrews (diabolically skewering her own image) and the DON'T LOOK NOW red raincoat send-ups, which are worthy of AIRPLANE! – leading one to think that it can't be a co-incidence that this movie was co-produced by Jerry Zucker, who seems to have managed to get one or two licks in of his own.

Stumbled across this movie on HBO while on vacation. It was either this or watching CNN all night. In hindsight, I should have stuck with CNN. Sure the cast is excellent. I too am a fan of Bates, Everett & Pryce. In my opinion, Bates' best performances have been in Stephen King's adaptations, i.e. the horror genre. Apart from being a horror to watch, this movie does not fall into that category. It's very difficult to decide what category to place it in at all. I was continually wincing throughout as such characters like Julie Andrews appeared and tried to calm a situation down by singing a song. I can only hope these actors/actresses were doing this for a charity fun event. The worst part of the movie was when it decided to gown down the 'thriller/whodunit' route and the main cast tracked down the killer. No, I changed my mind, the worst part was the TV interview section at the end. It certainly made me wish I'd kept all the little vomit bags from the plane.