Catwoman (2004, Dir: Pitof) has been on television quite a lot recently, which makes a perverse sort of sense. After all, any channel foolish enough to hand over real money for the broadcast rights to this dreck might as well keep on using it, hoping the cumulative number of viewers might somehow justify the lousy investment. It probably won't have done the channel's reputation much good, but then again, this is ITV, purveyors of braindead reality television only one step up from (urgh) BBC Three's legendarily dreadful 'youth-targeted' output, including the splendidly-titled Can Fat Teens Hunt? and Snog, Marry, Avoid.
Catwoman is every bit as demeaning as either of those two shows, or the many ITV equivalents where famous people are put through increasingly humiliating trials for the attention (and perceived adoration) of those watching at home. Despite proclaiming a pseudo-feminist mantra at every available opportunity, the movie is an embarrassing example of how sleazy Hollywood's notions are of what a strong woman can or should be.