When I saw this film, in the cinema, there was only one other person in the audience. It's not surprising.
Although I like Neil Stukes and don't mind James Purefoy, they were both completely pointless in this film.
The plot was nearly there, but the business with the names in the diary was confused and confusing. Just when you start to think you may know what's going on the issue is clouded once again.
The film ends where it should be beginning - the titles start just as each of the amoral characters is about to get a nasty surprise. The aftermath would be interesting. It would be a film worth watching.
As it is it feels like you've just listened for 90 minutes to someone telling a shaggy dog story and then forgetting the punchline.