I made two assumptions while watching this film. One: It was shot in Vancouver. Wrong! Louisiana. Two: It was directed by a woman. Right! Moira Stephens. (Why do all drowned men float to the surface? Because they're all scum! I suspect Ms. Stephens, whose bio on IMDb is rather sketchy, might enjoy that joke. Maybe she originated it.) Nevertheless, this is a sharply done film, well produced, well shot and very well acted. The first half is saturated with excessive and overly graphic sex. Intercourse (missionary and others). Cunnilingus. Masturbation. Nudity. Tits and ass. Other sexual practices for which I know neither the Latin nor gutter terms. It borders on skin-flick pornography. It's possible to film sexual infidelity with a little less realism than we have here. There is a faint dark current under the whole thing. It made me feel guilty for being a man and, indeed, I rather disliked Sam Ellis and respected and sympathized with his wife. Worth watching but be sure the kids are in bed. Oh...check your husband's whereabouts as well. He said he was going to the bathroom but he probably was next door bonking the neighbor's daughter. Or wife. Or mother. All men, including your husband are...well, you get the message.
