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Admirable film.

A story that's too fascinating to pass by...

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

The film stars sexy Kevin Kline and Kevin Spacey, both married and recently becoming next door neighbors. Kevin Kine is supposedly in a happy relationship with his wife (played by Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, but all hell breaks loose when Kevin Spacey's character sets his new friend up for the murder of his wife so he can collect on a heft insurance policy. Does the criminal justice system in America really let a man who is about to stand trial for a brutal murder out on bail? Do they then let him wander, unsupervised, wherever he pleases? This movie started out great the way it established the growing friendship between two very different couples and then moved into a murder mystery. The acting was first-rate (with the exception of Rebecca Miller can we say boring?) but then the plot defied logic. Further, it is completely unrealistic that a shattered Kevin Kline's wife would have so immediately taken up with Kevin Spacey. By the time the film ended, it felt like a comedy, it was so ridiculous! Overall rating: 7 out of 10.

This is a very typical 90's Hollywood thriller. Glossy and very very predictable. It has a pretty good cast but the acting is wildly variable. Kevin Kline and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio are pretty unconvincing but Kevin Spacey, sporting strangely blonde hair, is usually worth watching and he does a very good job as the outwardly respectable but inwardly sinister new neighbour. The plot is as thin and as ludicrous as you would expect and the ending is laughably over the top. However there are some interesting moments along the way courtesy of Mr Spacey. This is a film that you watch once then forget totally about. Crushingly average and thankfully they don't make them like this anymore.

A textbook example of the Hitchcock-styled murder mystery--though with perhaps a few chapters missing. Far-fetched yarn has mild-mannered husband and father in suburbia goaded into "swapping" wives with his googly-eyed neighbor for one night of adult fun. The trouble begins when the neighbor's wife turns up dead--or does she? Smoke-and-mirrors thriller with insulting roles for E. G. Marshall as a lawyer and Forest Whitaker as a private investigator (neither allowed to do his job properly--and both vanishing by the third act). Alan J. Pakula is credited with the gummy direction (not an enviable accomplishment). It all comes down to a showdown between Kevin Kline (the wronged wrong man) and Kevin Spacey (the stranger in the house rather than on the train). About thirty minutes in, a group of happy neighbors and friends gather on a lawn and sing "The Twelve Days of Christmas", which is so flawless and note-perfect it seems to have come straight from a television commercial. That's when the realization sinks in this is just a TV-movie blown up on the big screen. ** from ****

Wow, this movie was so bad it was almost as funny as watching one of those awful Grade B sci-fi flicks Elvira used to show, but not quite. Surprised at the two Kevins--Kline and Spacey--whom I usually enjoy--being in this dud. The story line was highly implausible, the acting was terrible, the cinematography so unfocused that I can't believe this boring little blunder was even made. Even the singing was terrible. Kevin Kline's character, in it's own way, was almost as low as Spacey's, especially with the sneaky wife swapping part. After he has his way with the supposed Rebecca Miller character, he sits at his kitchen table next morning and tells his wife he loves her! Yeah, right! Mastrantonio's character left a lot to be desired in the way of integrity, such as the way she leaped at accepting the fraudulently acquired insurance money and then acted self-righteous defending Eddie for having the nerve to fight to get the cash. She did look very pretty, however. If the Rebecca Miller character was a bombshell, why was she shot usually at fuzzy distances, never in a sharp close-up except in the end, in the dark, when her face is mostly concealed by a ridiculous red wig? Her bathtub scene was hilarious, especially when she rose from the water with her butt to the camera and put on her robe just standing there. Her attempts to look sizzling in Kline's voyeuristic eyes only made her look like she had cramps. Her performance was moribund, and Kline's ran a close second for morbidity. This is one of the worst movies I have ever seen and only the well-grounded talent of Spacey and Kline saved their careers in its aftermath. Spacey does get good marks for the diabolical expression on his face when Mastrantonio is trying to flee the beach house, flings up the door thinking he is gone, and there he is in all his evil glory hiding in the closet. That's about the only good thing I can say about this flick.