A few months ago, the first picture of Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit started making the rounds on the Internet. She was dressed in a tacky, torn leather outfit, topped off with an asinine cat mask that a kindergartener would be embarrassed to wear . Comic-book geeks and movie freaks prayed that the initial viewing was a hoax, something concocted by a severely warped person on their Dell. When the picture started showing up in reputable magazines, the fate of Catwoman
, the movie, was clear: It was to blow mightily. It was clear from the get-go that Warner Brothers and director Pilaf, excuse me, Pitof, had no clue what they were doing with the potential franchise starring the Oscar-winning actress. We knew that Catwoman
would stink; it was just a question of how much it would stink. Well, it’s a legendary stinker, and the presence of Sharon Stone as the villain doesn’t help matters much. Director Pitof revels in the kind of Joel Schumacher camp that made a mockery of the comic-book movie, and Berry makes a fool of herself.