The movie never plays against type, even when Travolta screams, "I'm crrrraaaazy, motherfucker!" again and again into his phone. A crazier person would be the guy who wasted all that fake tattoo ink on Travolta's fat neck. With honed dialogue, it could have been a really exciting mumble-core flick, and less mainstream cast and crew could have raised the material from its glossy Hollywood swamp. This would have been a great '40s era Hitchcock effort. Tough luck, though. Even a skewed take on the unoriginal plotline would have added a second layer to this shallow story.
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