Obsessed: Critic Reviews

It's doubtful that Obsessed will stick in the popular imagination for more than two weeks, because the movie is borderline ludicrous, and it jams its characters into rigid slots.

Obsessed, a clanking, low-rent imitation of Fatal Attraction, lacks both the original film's imagination and moral ambiguity.

Idris Elba, so good in The Wire, looks a long way from Baltimore in this overcooked Fatal Attraction-style yarn about a cocksure executive laid low by the office temp.

Great-looking actors, glossy locations and a knock-down, drag-out girlfight still don't make Obsessed anything more than a predictable and tawdry Fatal Attraction-style guilty pleasure.

As far as the crazy-stalker-chick genre goes, Obsessed isn't horrible. It's just intensely simple-minded.

Obsessed dutifully revises the 'blank from hell' genre which gave the world ridiculous, misogynist thrillers in the mid-1980s and early 1990s.

More like Delayed Frustration than Fatal Attraction.

This biracial entry in the psycho-bitch stalker sweepstakes is inept and stupid but not without its base pleasures.

One doesn't expect a movie of this type to be plausible, but this one stretches the plausibility factor past the snapping point to the unintentional-laughter point.

Spends much time spinning its wheels and making auds practically beg for an explanation to all the madness and obsession.

Whoever thought remaking Fatal Attraction as a PG-13 thriller was a good idea earns much of the blame for this laughably arch dud.

If the producers had done their work properly on Obsessed, I would not now be wishing I could reclaim the two hours I wasted on this tepid, sexless, thrill-free melodrama.

Obsessed is a safe, dull morality play. The most that can be said on its behalf is that, unlike Fatal Attraction, no bunnies were boiled in the picture.

Obsessed takes far too long to get cooking, and it works so hard at not being exploitation that it loses sight of its reasons for existing in the first place.

Until Beyonce and Ali Larter duke it out at the climax, this is one dull film.

I'd call this stenchcloud 'Fatal Attraction meets The Temp,' but that would insult those movies.

Obsessed, is short on dimension and subtlety, but it turns into a mess believable enough to keep us invested.

"I knew it would come to this," hisses Sharon when finding Lisa lurking around her beautiful Brentwood home--at which point I exclaimed, "Me too!"--and then the fun (and, for many, the entire purpose of the film) starts.

Seldom does a movie thriller misfire so severely as this one.

Obsessed left me completely uninterested

Another movie that demonstrates it's bad feng shui to place a glass coffee table beneath a chandelier beneath an attic that can't even support the weight of a blond wearing little more than the whipped-cream bikini she sported in 'Varsity Blues.'

They did this movie a few years ago. It was called "The Temp". So many holes in the plot, I stopped counting. An unintentional laugh riot!

Slow, one-note and climactically risible.

Not even the lovely Beyonce Knowles can save this cliched thriller.

Horrid, hackneyed and half-witted.