A masterclass in gem-cut Hollywood cinema. Gorgeous lighting, powerfully confident cinematography, and a mesmerizing lead performance from Lana Turner. A post-Double Indemnity thriller of infidelity and husbacide which propels itself away from the stark, hard boiled stylings of film noir toward polished melodrama in Technicolor. I'm pretty sure Kubrick lifted Anthony Quinn's slow, demented staircase interrogation of Sandra Dee for a nearly identical scene between Jack Nicholson and Shelley Duvall in The Shining. There's even a door smashing break-in moments…

A zero budget SOV curio made for the 1990s cable TV market, featuring yuppie couples in a stew of marital infidelity and professional conflict.

When a DTV film opens outside a downtown high rise and the camera zooms up on a single office window and then they cut to inside the "office" and it is obviously just some room in an ordinary suburban house, you know you are in for a good one.

There is an uneasy alliance between two…

The credits tell us the film is "A Jim Wynorski Production" but then identify a non-existent "Richard Styles" as the writer/director. We can only assume this is Wynorski himself, or perhaps some combination of Wynorski and frequent collaborators Fred Olen Ray and Gary Graver.

The ludicrous plot concerns a hunky, down-and-out L.A. marketing executive hired by a cosmetics company located in the remote (and fictional) California town of Coventry. An index of the film's wonton disregard for common sense is…