`The Appointment' has to be a prime candidate as Sidney Lumet's worst picture. Not even a guilty pleasure, you watch as if transfixed by the appalling Eurotrash pointlessness of the whole thing, on every level. The first sight of Omar Sharif in that John Waters-like mustache is more than enough to frighten the horses -- it kills any chance for favorable audience response. When Anookie Aimée arrives, walking down a street filled with swanky shops, she still retains that chic `Un Homme et une femme' somnambulism, but in no time she pretends to be an even more vacuous puzzle. With Capucine's thinness and wearing that wallabalsam hair up in an Irina Demick number, she's nothing if not a nincompoopish nympho.
Review of The Appointment
