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Jacqueline Bisset stars in this thriller from director Klaus Menzel, and if that doesn’t tip you off to its quality, I don’t know what will. Bisset, who is now 60, looks great, and that’s the nicest thing I can say about this movie. In a plot that seems to have been lifted from a Harlequin novel, she plays a wealthy woman whose husband dies in a swimming accident. A few short weeks later, she remarries, and her son (Adam Garcia) becomes suspicious that his father’s death was somehow planned. Those suspicions are shared by his new stepsister (Alice Evans), with whom he begins an affair (at their parents’ wedding, no less). There’s lots of sex, and some unintentionally hilarious poetry that provided the film’s most entertaining moment. (It was at this point that the audience at my preview screening started laughing, and they didn’t stop until the credits rolled.) Menzel tries to twist his tale into a crazy web of deceit, but if his actors can’t bother to look interested enough to figure out who did what to whom, I don’t know why the audience should. The most fascinating thing about this movie is why they thought anyone would want to see it. Not many Bostonians did; it closed after just one week at the Fresh Pond. (95 minutes)
BY BROOKE HOLGERSON
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