Following Touch and 2 Days in the Valley, Keys to Tulsa represents the latest in a string of noirish disasters. This one exacerbates its failure by looking like a Red Shoes Diaries crafted by a Tarantino wanna-be.

James Spader and Deborah Kara Unger played a freewheeling, polyamorous couple in Crash; here they turn up with a similar agenda, except this time they have a kid. Spader looks like Elvis and Unger sounds like a sultress from a Tennessee Williams play. Eric Stoltz suffers a near career low as a broke film critic who can't get a dime from his rich mother (a delectably piercing Mary Tyler Moore) while being pursued by his oversexed high-school girlfriend (Unger), her drug-dealing husband (Spader), and a few other hot nymphets and gun waving psychos. The whole concoction has something to do with greed, revenge, and a racially motivated murder in a seedy hotel room, but you won't notice any of this as you're doused with heavy quantities of T&A and dramatically inept dialogue that screams direct-to-video. At the Copley Place.