I guess it's because I adore Molly Parker, and have always liked Kari Matchett in the Nero Wolfe series. Unfortunately, they had little to do with the quality of this movie. Or perhaps it's fortunate, because they don't deserve blame for this amateurish TV-quality effort. That goes squarely to Paul Gross, since he wrote the dreadful script, cast himself as the star, and did a banal job of directing. The basic idea of a movie centered around curling has promise, due to the eccentricity of the sport, and the quaintness of the culture from which it emerges. But a story like this needs someone with a much better ear for dialog behind the typewriter, and needs something better than a boring Donny Osmond clone in the lead.
Review of Men with Brooms
