Picks and Pans Review: The House of Yes
Posey has a cool, unusual allure: She may be only 28, but her pale, brittle beauty, flinty jawline and dazzling yet joyless smile are worthy of the most world-weary courtesan. Here she plays an insane young woman who, ever since her father vanished on the night of JFK's assassination, fancies herself the President's widow. I enjoyed seeing Posey in Jackie's pink wool suit and pillbox hat.
Otherwise, The House of Yes is one of the year's worst movies, a tacky, witless black comedy that conflates the houses of Camelot and Usher. One stormy Thanksgiving evening, Posey's brother (Josh Hamilton) unexpectedly brings home his fiancée (Spelling, as tremulously awkward as Bambi on the ice). Given the siblings' history of incest, this unwelcome addition to the family causes Posey to lose her mind altogether. The question is whether, as in Dallas, someone will lose his life as well. Total yuck. (R)