a glossy thriller that’s way more into its attitude than its twists. theresa russell plays her femme-fatale routine like she’s bored of the world and killing husbands is just a really expensive hobby, and debra winger balances that with this awkward, stubborn energy that makes their weird rivalry fun to watch. the movie moves slow, leans heavy on style, and sometimes feels like a perfume commercial with murders in it. not mind-blowing, but it’s cool, moody, and weirdly entertaining watching these two circle each other in expensive outfits.
a glossy thriller that’s way more into its attitude than its twists. theresa russell plays her femme-fatale routine like she’s bored of the world and killing husbands is just a really expensive hobby, and debra winger balances that with this awkward, stubborn energy that makes their weird rivalry fun to watch. the movie moves slow, leans heavy on style, and sometimes feels like a perfume commercial with murders in it. not mind-blowing, but it’s cool, moody, and weirdly entertaining watching these two circle each other in expensive outfits.
