To Die For is a sly, sardonic, and sassy exposé of America's obsession with fame. Whether it is as the weather girl on a backwater cable show, or preening before the media at a funeral, Suzanne Stone (Nicole Kidman), a pert siren of alarming aspiration, soaks up celebrity. But her hometown of Little Hope, New Hampshire, offers just that, little hope. Kidman's chilling telecaster, at once small-town cute and big-time cutthroat, captures blonde ambition with caustic precision. To head for celebrity central, Stone must cut her losses, a dead-weight husband played by drolly good-looking Matt Dillon. Her arsenal, a dimwitted teenager, a benumbed Joaquin Phoenix, who'll do anything for the lady with the shapely weather map. Based on a notorious true crime, Buck Henry's darkly comic screenplay indicts our murderous meteorologist, but also glowers at her jury of peers. “What's the point of doing anything worthwhile if people aren't watching?”: Stone's lethal self-delusions seep out into a larger culture with like obsession.