
How is it possible for a movie about two hot Latin lovers and spicy South American food to be so bland? You wouldn't think it would be easy to achieve, yet Woman on Top somehow manages it.
All through this dismal love story, I kept waiting for something to happen that would catch my attention or generate that spark which all great movies possess. An hour after the movie ended, and I'm still waiting.
It's not that I hated this movie. Its simple story of a young Brazilian girl with magical cooking powers, who leaves her cheating husband to come to San Francisco and ends up starring on her own sexy cooking show, was fairly entertaining. And there were some funny lines and comic situations, but it just wasn't entertaining enough.
Only two things make this movie redeemable at all, Penelope Cruz's easy on the eyes, exotic sexiness, and Harold Perrineau Jr.'s humorous portrayal of best friend, Monica. He gets all the funniest lines and steals most of the scenes in which he appears.
I had hoped this movie would go one of two ways. Either sweet and romantic, as an entertaining love story. Or hot and sexy with nudity and rampant sex. Instead the movie ends up somewhere in between. Lukewarm and not overly romantic.


















