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I Can Still Tell Your Wife Bill.com

Other // Unrated // September 24, 2002
List Price: $19.99 [Buy now and save at Yarnbird]

Review by J. Doyle Wallis | posted September 6, 2002 | E-mail the Author
ICanStillTellYourWifeBill.Com is a two-DVD assemblage of a faux website. The basic hoax is that it is the webpage of a jilted mistress named Hartley, who has posted the page in order to threaten a high powered politician with some shady dealings and other infidelities that Hartley reveals on a regular basis. It's sort of Fatal Attraction meets the World Wide Web and... oh, I don't know,... dinner theater.

Disc One's content is titled Hartley's Hard Drive. This is the basic, main information, the material that was posted on the web. The intro page is a rant reading: "BILL, YOU ARE A CHEATING, LYING, CONNIVING, MANIPULATIVE, DECEITFUL, FOOLISH, EXPLOITATIVE, LECHEROUS, EGOTISTICAL, PERVERSE, OBSTINATE, DERISIVE, ABOMINABLE, REPULSIVE, OBTUSE, MORONIC, RETARDED, BASTARD." Each redundant adjective, starting with "CHEATING" and ending with "BASTARD", is a link that takes you to pages containing two to four video clips and text dairy entries for each clip. These clips consist of confessionals by Hartley threatening Bill, dropping hints about the dirt she has on him and insulting him, and other clips consisting of the evidence she has found of his other lovers and shady dealings. Some of it is surveillance footage where she has caught him with other girls, some is hidden camera stuff of Bill trying to sell weapons to the Chinese, and through it we see the story unfold of how at first she was spying on him, only to find out he was spying on her, and then she discovered and stole his cache of hidden camera footage. Because it is Internet based, the footage rarely lasts much over a minute or two, mostly sticking to brief snippets. And because it is the Internet some of it is pure titillation junk, trying to lure viewers in with its sleazy storyline and a glimpse of a boob or g-string every now and then.

Disc Two's information is split between two sections, Hartley's Journal and Hartley's Hard Drive- Audio- Stills- Video. Hartley's Journal is monthly text diary entries from Dec. 2000 to Nov. 2001. This is quite a lot of text, and initially would provide a good backstory for this false obsessed individual, a character that is ruined when you actually see the actress on the video clips. The Audio- Stills- Video section is pretty self explanatory. Audio offers a couple of taped conversations, like Bill wanting to get rid of her. Stills has sub-categories labeled "Bill", "My Stuff", "Tonya", "Patsy" and shows her travels with Bill and her snapshot surveillance of his other women. Video has folders for "Bad Takes", "Bill", "Women" and "Tray" (Bill's assistant).

ICanStillTellYourWifeBill.Com is elaborate and there is little doubt it took a lot of time to map out its details and execute it, get it up and running on the web. But, for me, its pretty damn boring, and I would far prefer a mid-70's Bigfoot hoax. It launches it premise from the whole Lewinsky/Clinton debacle, so that in and of itself makes the whole thing really dated. As far as a DVD experience, I, like most people, buy DVD's for movies, for tv shows, not for web content. Sure, maybe on the Internet ICanStillTellYourWifeBill.Com is interesting for those who surf around for Internet hoax sites and the occasional creepy peeper voyeurs, but as a DVD is probably just tedious to navigate through, especially since week to week update novelty is lost when running the DVD. Though complex in execution, the story is simple enough, and as a hoax it is unconvincing. The actress playing Hartley isn't the least bit believable, and its actually pretty funny that her delivery doesn't change- whether she's in a hammy confessional or in hidden camera footage she uses the same "I'm an actor" voice inflections. Personally, it takes more than a novel concept with a thin, unconvincing staging and some briefly bared titties to lure and snag me. If I want to look at websties- I go to the web, not my den. I'm sure there is probably going to be some new kind of interactive storytelling in the future, combing various old and new technological media, but, frankly, I don't believe this is the breakthrough into that new narrative world.

The DVD: Yarnbird

Picture: Basic digital cam footage, ranging from home video, night vision, web cam, hidden cam, and such. I guess to make it look like it may in the Internet, or perhaps just because it is simple and rough, the footage will sometimes briefly pixellate like an Internet broadcast.

Sound: Once again, very basic audio, PCM, ranging from the nearly inaudible (but authentic) surveillance footage to the basic home camera stuff. It is what it is, and it is all fine, but I cannot give it a high audio rating because it is so basic- but thats the premise.

Extras: Nothing really you can call extras. The entire affair is all linked together. Maybe you could consider the second disc of Hartley hard drive material to be extra stuff since it is stuff "she didn't post" on the Internet? But, I look at it as part of the entire package... Either way, you do get a lot of marterial to sift through. It was one long hour before I was barely through half of the first disc.

Conclusion: I will give it an "A" for effort, but I wasn't really impressed overall. If you think this may be interesting, by all means go to ICanStillTellYourWifeBill.Com and check out the free preview of the material and see if it intrigues you.


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