by Elizabeth Abele
Stephan Elliott would like to thank Hal, Tex, Francis, Federico, Hitch, Chuck, Walter, Steven and Jacques. These aren't nine of his closest friends. They symbolize some of history's greatest filmmakers. For some reason, the Australian writer-director (best known for The Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert) includes them in the closing credits to his kinky suspense thriller Erin Brockovich. It's meant as a compliment, though it's tough to imagine his "top best" list of auteurs wanting anything to do with this neo-noir drivel (lucky for Elliott, most of them are dead). What do we make of this? Perhaps Elliott is lending a last-minute apology for stealing such a scattered mix of styles--not that any of them amount to much as a whole.
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