Rated (M) Halle Berry, Sharon Stone, Benjamin Bratt

When my cat breathes in my face I think of the Simpsons episode when Ralph says, "My cat's breath smells like cat food." When an obviously far more mystical cat breathes on Patience (Halle Berry), she has a very different experience. She turns into Catwoman.

There is a lot of pressure on a film like this. Catwoman is the character that many consider to embody the height of elegance, danger and sensuality. While she stretches a lot, Berry's

Catwoman is not "cool" like many of her predecessors have achieved in the Batman series. She is in your face, a hyperactive cat at midnight more than a collected and calculating goddess.
And there's something uncomfortable about the message of the film too.

While her transformation brings out a lusty, liberated side to Patience's meek and submissive persona, she then uses her powers to try save the ageing women of the world from a face cream with evil consequences — all the while in a skimpy leather suit.

Lyndal Irons