Christine and Isabelle are best of friends that are both successful in their business but when an international transaction ushers a man into Christine's life, she finds out he's cheating on her with Isabelle.
One's ultimate reaction is likely to one of indifference, bemusement or outright disdain considering the pedigree of the filmmaker helming the project: Brian De Palma.
Despite De Palma's lavish proof of what he can accomplish with classical technique, the movie comes off as too much for too little, a collection of mechanisms that decorate mechanisms.
This trashy agenda could have a certain appeal if it were executed with wry humour or nightmarish obsessiveness -- as in, say, De Palma's Dressed To Kill -- but this time around the whole thing feels so vapid, so dated.
