Marianne (Lara Flynn Boyle) anticipates her husband Jeffrey's (Jonny Lee Miller) arrival home from his job, yet he seems uninterested, making a comment about a jockstrap and offering little attention. Frustrated, she also requires a repairman for some plumbing issues and hires Lucky (Nick Nolte). He is married to Phyllis (Julie Christie), but accustomed to seeking companionship outside of his marriage, leading to developments that I found unexpected. Not because the film is exceptional, but due to Julie Christie’s involvement. Considering its exploration of relationships, possessiveness, and sexuality, it comes across as surprisingly detached; Miller's performance feels stiff, and Nolte doesn't seem believable in the role of the alluring figure his name suggests. Phyllis, a former actress with an air of refinement, seemed like an odd match for her disheveled, unfaithful husband from the start. The credibility of their relationship, along with the other marriage depicted, is also questionable. It’s possible the film aims to elicit understanding from viewers whose marriages have become routine and lost their spark, but I struggled to find anything admirable about any of these characters, so my investment was minimal. I did appreciate the house's modern features—though perhaps not the blue lighting—but otherwise, aside from some sharp lines delivered by Christie, the film didn’t leave a strong impression on me.

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