And I’ll never watch it again.
Opens with weird '80s synthcussion score running under a scene set in the '70s -- a key early indicator of this movie's identity crisis. What seems to be a straightforward thriller is actually a suprisingly homoerotic clash of personalities, with Woods (shockingly!) aroused by Dennehy's strength of character. When the two leads visit Woods's childhood home with his useless daddy still sitting at the head of the table, all becomes clear. Then Woods pulls a gun on Dennehy in bed.…