I'm not talking about last night's snowfall, lovely though it was. I'm talking about the gift that will apparently keep on giving: reviews for Peter Landesman's Trade. Here's my auto-summary of Variety.
Little more than a slipshod, trashy, sometimes exploitative thriller... fear-mongering... Troubling signs are as immediate as the opening credits... ghoulish... nasty... sordid sensationalism... gaping holes in logic... undercuts its own worst tendencies for stoking fear and paranoia by letting auds off the hook with at least four happy endings... sleaze.
Well at least it's faithful to the source material.
