Control got lost in the opening sequence. Gratuitous sex and violence could have been a great opening but the writer/director leaves too many gaps. There is no character development between the leads (Shaub and Young) and when, after a few therapy sessions, Shaub announces his love for Young, it is completely unbelievable.
Wm. DeVane's character as Shaub's domineering father could have been the crux of a pyschological thriller. In fact it is wasted. Attempts at plot twists don't work because key ingredients are missing.
Even small details, like the leads fighting, making up and then drinking cheap red wine in crystal goblets?
The movie moves at glacial speed. The photography is good and includes some rarely seen footage of Kansas City - a great site for future films.
