Well, it's official. The so-called "thriller" genre is dead. Or at least it would appear to be with this latest example of mediocrity. what really pisses me off about movies like this is that they allude to works and artists far superior to their own dreck, such as Hitchcock or, in this case, Shakespeare. As if quoting the greats somehow lends credibility to their product, or even puts in in the same leauge.While "Glass House" runs the gamut of suspense-movie cliche's, It does have one winning combination going for it - Lelee Sobieski and tight tops. Jesus, if this girl's ever been in a film where the wardrobe wasn't painstakingly designed to show off her rack, then I've never seen it. But big boobs and a pretty face do not make for a good actress, and she is painfully wooden and dull for the most part. Diane Lane and Stellan Skarsgard turn in competent performances as the menacing legal guardians, but the whole thing is just so bloody predictable that it takes all the fun out of it.
When Ruby Baker's (Lelee) parents are killed in a car wreck, she and her younger brother go to live with the Glass couple, who coincidentally live in a Glass House (oh my, what a clever double entendre). They are controlling and duplicitous from the start, and Ruby suspects that they may have had something to do with her parents death due to a combination of the Glass's financial problems and the fact that a 4 million dollar trust fund has been left behind for Ruby and her younger brother. It's all a typical cat and mouse game from there on, as she tries to thwart her malevolent care-givers. Meanwyhile, as she muddles through a paper on "Hamlet" for school in the midst of her espionage, the Bard is quoted time and again, gilding the already-predictable lily with unecessary foreshadowing. She pulls off her revenge fairly well, until a tacked on ending for "added suspense" rears it's ugly head. Once again, Hollywood couldn't leave well enough (or in this case, Poor enough) alone.It's sad that the suspense genre has all but ceased to be suspenseful. Thank god for films like "Memento", which occasionally remind us that we haven't necessarily seen it all before. As for "The Glass House", well, it's business as usual, and the blades in the cookie cutter are getting dull.