Supposedly a movie about a 16-year-old girl
who has to live with a creepy, rich couple
after her parents are killed in a car crash,
Glass House is really a movie about
Leelee Sobieski's complexion. It doesn't
matter if she's being attacked by a crazed
killer, rolling a car off a cliff, or doped
out on Demerol, she's always perfectly lit to
give her that cover-girl glow. Oddly enough,
a movie about someone's flawless face
actually gets pretty boring after an hour or
so. And by "or so" I mean "a minute."