The life of a young beautiful woman, Patience Philips, a shy and sensitive woman with cat behavior, has been changed completely, upon revealing the hidden secret of her employer, as she works as a graphic designer for Hedare Beauty that prepares for another product.
Halle Berry is a lovely woman with charisma to burn and definite acting ability -- but even the best actors sometimes need to be told when they're making fools of themselves.
If you want to see a real Catwoman, check out Michelle Pfeiffer's turn in Batman Returns, but whatever you do, leave this kitty cat in the alley where it belongs.
Catwoman's director, a visual-effects specialist named Pitof, is not contained by the rules of filmmaking. Scenes that make sense? Nonsense. Characters with inner lives? Utterly passe.
You're left with flashes of mis-spent promise: the feline mysticism; the cosmetics-industry intrigue; the idea of electrocuting Lambert Wilson's unctious corporate cad.
Relentlessly gaudy and in love with its PG-13 approximation of kink, Catwoman is essentially an excuse to pose Berry in ever-skimpier outfits. It's all too pre-fab to register as sexy, though, and even the fight scenes look like fashion shoots.