This is one of those movies that probably hits differnet people in entirely different ways.
Women seem to find the forbidden attraction aspect of a woman cheating on her fiance with a horrible douchebag somehow erotic, but as a man I sympathize entirely with the scorned David Duchovny character who simply can't understand why his fiance cheated on him when their relationship was seemingly going so well. This wouldn't be a problem in a film that was centered around Duchovny's character, except the bulk of the movie follows the cheating woman around as she lusts for a dickbag with no redeeming traits. I simply couldn't empathize with Brigette Bako at all and kept hoping that the object of her infidelity would get hit by a bus or something so that some measure of righteousness would be restored to the world. The closest the movie offers is - bizarrely - a shirtless game of basketball, after which it's Duchovny that gets knocked out and the scumbag that was knowingly cheating with his fiancee just walks off into the proverbial sunset.
Chrissakes.
The worst part? The woman in question that these two men are obsessed with isn't even special in any way. She's not inordinately attractive, her personality sucks, she has nothing going for her. Everybody is better off with her dead and everybody would've been better off with her illicit lover dead, too.
God damn, I hate this movie.
Women seem to find the forbidden attraction aspect of a woman cheating on her fiance with a horrible douchebag somehow erotic, but as a man I sympathize entirely with the scorned David Duchovny character who simply can't understand why his fiance cheated on him when their relationship was seemingly going so well. This wouldn't be a problem in a film that was centered around Duchovny's character, except the bulk of the movie follows the cheating woman around as she lusts for a dickbag with no redeeming traits. I simply couldn't empathize with Brigette Bako at all and kept hoping that the object of her infidelity would get hit by a bus or something so that some measure of righteousness would be restored to the world. The closest the movie offers is - bizarrely - a shirtless game of basketball, after which it's Duchovny that gets knocked out and the scumbag that was knowingly cheating with his fiancee just walks off into the proverbial sunset.
Chrissakes.
The worst part? The woman in question that these two men are obsessed with isn't even special in any way. She's not inordinately attractive, her personality sucks, she has nothing going for her. Everybody is better off with her dead and everybody would've been better off with her illicit lover dead, too.
God damn, I hate this movie.