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Makers of late night pay cable erotic thrillers take note: there are about ten thousand mystery novels out that have never been filmed and that you could option cheap to provide you with a plot to string your soft-core bumpings and grindings around. The results would be much less brain damaging to your audience. Honestly, we expect bad dialogue, casting couch 'actresses' and production design limited to shooting most of the movie in a rented furnished house or office, but could we at least get a properly worked out murder mystery? This is a typical example of the genre: half a dozen or so nude sex sequences shown mostly in flashback with one of the women getting killed and a murder mystery results. The details here: beautiful wife dies, cheating husband suffers a belated attack of conscience and decides to bother to care who killed her. The suspect list includes a half dozen or so women he met on-line. The plot unfolds lazily and in in seemingly random chunks, and mostly involves the dumb detective (this guy would last about ten seconds on CSI: NY) uncovering not very much and the husband recalling the details of his cheating sex life and then having more sex. The killer is revealed ten minutes from the end and the cast members could have drawn straws to decide who got to do the I-did-it-and-I'd-do-it-again speech, that was how much thought process went behind constructing and unraveling the mystery. Sheesh.