High-flier Ray Reardon (Spader), seeking the perfect partner following an amicable divorce, runs into Lena Mathers (Amick) twice in as many days at a party and then the local supermaket. Thereafter the pair go to a sushi restaurant for the evening and her bed for several days. Then they marry. And before you can say Mothercare, Ray has become a father who suspects his wife of harbouring dark secrets about a violent lover and a hidden past (on account of the bruises which regularly appear on her body and people who recognise her in the street as Sissy something from Ohio respectively).
Spader, it must be said, has done the yuppie-in-crisis bit once too often, while former Twin Peaks star Amick does little beyond evoke that shows weirdness. Her presence coupled with a misguided attempt to inject some originality by writer-director Kazan suggests he fancies himself somewhat ill-advisedly as the next David Lynch since the proceedings are punctuated with excerpts from Rays dreams. These excursions into his head take place in a funfair at night, with a circus clown leading him to a tent labelled Dreamgirls. Inside, behind a curtain, stands his ideal woman.
This ill-advised attempt to pile on layers of meaningful imagery fails dismally through the lack of solid foundations on which to support it. Ray could either be a hapless innocent victim or man with a screw loose who deserves all he gets, but theres no conceivable way could he be both. Calling this a thriller really isnt on, since audiences are more likely to fall asleep in their chairs than hang on the edges of them.