So the setup in this terrible movie is that Kevin Spacey, playing to type as a weaselly and untrustworthy criminal, moves in with his wife next to Kevin Kline and his wife. The couple become friends, Spacey does an insurance fraud to help Kline and wife pay off their debt, and then we get into the “sexy” premise of the movie: Spacey is like “hey, some night, we should wake up in the middle of the night, walk over to each other’s houses, and bang each other’s half-sleeping wife.”

The movie is really casual about how this is, y’know, rape, and how the title of the movie is not actually strictly accurate. But so anyway, Kline argues against it at first, but gradually comes around on the idea, and so one night, they both leave their house, nod to each other as they walk to the other house, and then Kline undresses and slips into bed with Spacey’s wife and consummates the act.

Yadda yadda, Spacey’s wife gets beaten to death with a baseball bat, and oh look it’s a bat that Kline had played baseball with earlier, so his fingerprints are on it and his DNA is on the scene, and look who just got set up for murder.

So of course, Spacey didn’t bang Kline’s wife, he just went inside and hung out for a bit before going back to murder his wife, and so now everyone (correctly!) thinks that Kline’s “alibi” (which, really, boils down to “sure, I raped her, but I didn’t kill her” when you think about it, so is not exactly a get-out-of-jail-free card anyway) is implausible and unlikely, and…

… and then all kinds of even more implausible twists happen (she faked her death, and the dead woman he had sex with is a hired prostitute who Spacey and his wife co-murdered, and the doctor who identified the body is in cahoots with Spacey on the insurance fraud which ps is why they did this fake murder), and it’s all just so fucking stupid.

There’s really just nothing good about this movie at all. It’s full of unpleasant people doing stupid things in a movie that is structurally composed of plotholes and absurdities. Actively disrecommended.