And I like Patrick Stewart. But Holmes's breathy, wooden voiceover made me wince. Her character made me shudder - coy, manipulative, and oh, how cute, she has frosting on her face... and Stewart falls for it. A pointless scene with a pretentious musician as they slowly examine photos of famous pianists in the Steinway dealership, and the other guy only realizes who he's been talking to when he gets to Stewart's photo. And then off Stewart goes to Switzerland, presumably to experience for himself her life-changing experience of a rock on a mountain trail... but I'm not sure about that, since I bailed on this dreck at that point. Truly awful.
Review of Coda
