What a shame to have two excellent performances wasted on a script that doesn't go anywhere. Dylan McDermott gives an excellent performance as a writer who isn't going anywhere. Fate decrees he's to "live" in a house he's supposed to be selling, a house which was the scene of a brutal mass murder. Enter Tom Sizemore, equally impressive, as a strange, neurotic young man who claims to be the manager of a local grocery store. McDermott and Sizemore strike up a tenuous relationship, and as the movie unfolds, we're expecting some startling revelations...which never come to fruition. Is Sizemore the killer? Or is he just a lonely man looking for companionship? Add an icily cold performance by a young Sharon Stone as McDermott's bitchy editor and you have the ingredients for a tidy little thriller. But no souffle here folks. All the ingredients don't come together and you're left wondering just what you've spent 90 minutes with.
Recommended only for the two male performances.