I disliked this 1992 melodrama for its writing, direction and performances by almost everyone in the cast. I'm not a Virginia Madsen fan, what else has she done, and this movie is an example of her work. First of all she should stop trying to be a Sharon Stone imitation, for Stone certainly has more appeal in the looks department. And she should learn to act, other than gyrating and posturing all over the place. Her entrance in the tennis outfit had to be a joke, right? Then we have an equally bad performance from Chris Sarandon, who plays a better vampire, as a weakling of a husband who doesn't seem to have any guts at all. He whines and cries throughout the film. I had wished the dame had knocked him off instead, he was that annoying. Two redeeming factors however remain in the film. William H. Macy, who I usually don't like, does well as the prosecuting attorney and Herb Mitchell, as the Judge at the trial, was excellent. I cheered when he told the dame to shut up and sit down in court. This is a bad bad movie and a waste of time, believe me.