Damn, in the first ten minutes of the movie, they killed off the only character who could act--Eric Roberts typecast as the usual domineering, emotionally abusive husband. This is yet another one of those movies where a group of couples with dirty secrets get together for a weekend of unexpected murder. Here, two couples are spending the weekend in their friend's luxurious vacation home somewhere in California. One couple is obvious disgusted with each other, another is two cheating newlyweds, and the third seem like the perfectly content and obedient couple.
Then, oops! One winds up dead the morning after a fight with his wife and several other things go down. A meticulous detective (paying attention to all the details except the do's and don't's of crime scene contamination) comes to investigate not one, but two crimes, that occur over the weekend. And basically, the movie plays out (rather tediously and with terrible acting) as though you were actually reading a systematic, standard murder mystery. It's very plain and very simple (except for the surprise ending, which you can probably expect to happen, anyway). This kind of story of the ill-fated couples weekend is nothing new. And with the exception of the introduction (which seemed to be foreshadowing a more interesting series of events than what actually occurred), this maybe one c-grade movie you find on some nameless late night cable station.
