A Thousand Acres

Difficult to see how this really worked other than as an item of allegorical interest.

Pfeiffer (though somewhat miscast) and Lange are impressive creating characters out of the mediocre screenplay and bland direction in this. It's a misfire with high volume melodramatic soundtrack included.

Lays on the sentiment and strings too richly for a melodrama featuring such morbid happenings. Stalks of corn can only buy so much romance.

A good example of why most of us guys avoid chick pictures like the plague. Like so many modern chickathons, there's a lot of GREAT ACTING (if you know what I mean) and not a lot of actual drama. Jocelyn Moorhouse is the same gal who did such a fine job with _Proof_ not long before; I'll bet that the big female stars bullied her into submission fairly early in the production, which is why so much of this thing is shameless grandstanding

"Sadly for all involved, A Thousand Acres is doomed to the label "interesting"."

Lange and Pfeiffer, our revisionist Goneril and Regan, may well constitute what is known in the world of sports as a "marquee matchup," but they are incurably miscast as lifelong farmer's daughters and, later, farmers' wives -- especially Pfeiffer, whose surgically chiselled visage would be easier to believe had sprung from the plains of Uranus than from those of Iowa. The trick shot of her single-breasted torso in the oncologist's office only inflames our suspicions.