If you can get through the first twenty minutes you can probably get through the rest.
Margaret goes to a gay bar in Reno and tells 30 year old Darby to stop seeing her 17 year old son Beau, goes back home to Lake Tahoe, tells Beau to stop seeing Darby, hears noises outside, finds Darby dead on the lake shore, heaves him into her boat, covers him with a tarpaulin, rows him to a distant but fortunately shallow part of the lake, tips him in, rows back, hides the tarp in the trash can, notices his car, rows back to the body, strips to her vest and knickers (not a pretty sight), dives into the icy water, retrieves his car keys with one swift and skillful movement, rows back, drives the car to a hotel car park, dumps it, and jogs back home to get the children off to school. What a woman! So of course, when Al turns up the next day and wants $50,000 for a tape of Beau being rogered by Darby, she doesn't bat an eyelid, she spends all day trying to raise a loan and, when that doesn't work, ropes Al in to do CPR on her father in law, who by a curious coincidence has just gone into cardiac arrest in the living room.
Why doesn't she call the police, who are investigating the disappearance and murder of Darby? Well, from what we see of the local police, they wouldn't notice if Lake Tahoe disappeared.
This is a truly remarkable film in the way it combines a ridiculous plot, appalling dialogue, atrocious acting and a director's style totally lacking in tension or excitement. The scene where Margaret asks Al how he expects her to find the $50,000 while cooking, cleaning and getting the kids to school is a masterpiece of unintentional hilarity. Everyone involved in making this rubbish should be banned from film-making for at least ten years, and preferably for life.
Margaret goes to a gay bar in Reno and tells 30 year old Darby to stop seeing her 17 year old son Beau, goes back home to Lake Tahoe, tells Beau to stop seeing Darby, hears noises outside, finds Darby dead on the lake shore, heaves him into her boat, covers him with a tarpaulin, rows him to a distant but fortunately shallow part of the lake, tips him in, rows back, hides the tarp in the trash can, notices his car, rows back to the body, strips to her vest and knickers (not a pretty sight), dives into the icy water, retrieves his car keys with one swift and skillful movement, rows back, drives the car to a hotel car park, dumps it, and jogs back home to get the children off to school. What a woman! So of course, when Al turns up the next day and wants $50,000 for a tape of Beau being rogered by Darby, she doesn't bat an eyelid, she spends all day trying to raise a loan and, when that doesn't work, ropes Al in to do CPR on her father in law, who by a curious coincidence has just gone into cardiac arrest in the living room.
Why doesn't she call the police, who are investigating the disappearance and murder of Darby? Well, from what we see of the local police, they wouldn't notice if Lake Tahoe disappeared.
This is a truly remarkable film in the way it combines a ridiculous plot, appalling dialogue, atrocious acting and a director's style totally lacking in tension or excitement. The scene where Margaret asks Al how he expects her to find the $50,000 while cooking, cleaning and getting the kids to school is a masterpiece of unintentional hilarity. Everyone involved in making this rubbish should be banned from film-making for at least ten years, and preferably for life.