A successful businesswoman named Maria has a successful experience in her life as she has achieved everything except for this girl. One day, this woman decided to take care of herself for a different journey.
Without humanity, without intelligence, "The 11th Hour" becomes a highlight reel of superficial suffering that comes dangerously close to mocking real-world horror.
I like when sad movies have a point, but The 11th Hour is more like a self-loathing emo in high school who writes over-the-top depressing poetry for attention.
By the time the film empties its inventory of shock tactics and reaches its (too calculated) ambiguous conclusion, we're not sure if Maria deserves better, but it's pretty clear that Basinger does.
I found this a less-than-fulfilling cinematic experience. But I have to give Morgenthaler credit for what we used to call "moxie"-whatever the hell he's doing, or thinks he's doing, he's fully committed to it ...
