Hollywood producers only know how to make two kinds of romance movies. The first is the romcom where a stunningly attractive couple hate each other until they kiss, and live happily ever after in one of the most beautiful places in the United States. The second is where a stunningly attractive couple live in wedded bliss in one of the most beautiful places in the United States, but the wife discovers her beloved husband is a serial killer.
You can guess where this movie belongs.
Meera survives cancer, but it costs her the ability to bear children. Henry builds her a dream house in the middle of the New Mexico desert. The house stands out, not only because it looks like a combination of a concrete bunker and an office building, but because it's was built in a town where the homes are either mansions or double wide trailers.
The disparity in wealth between the locals creates an immediate tension in the film that might have been interesting to explore, but the screenwriter drops that thread almost immediately. Also dropped is a potentially interesting thread about how Henry and Meera got to NM from Boston, and whether or not their cosmopolitan marriage is as isolated as their house is. Nope, the characters are completely two dimensional, and what you see in this film is what you get. There is no meaning, no subtext, etc. Nope, Netflix has become the new Lifetime when it comes to terrible housewife mysteries.
The two lead actors do their best to save a tired premise, but you know who the bad guy is the minute you hear about a missing girl. The only mystery in this film is how the writer expects the viewer to believe that a nee house has a "secret" room the size of a basketball court without anyone knowing about it.
I watched this stinker on a drizzly day as the rain turned to sleet. I might have turned it off, but a cat shaped heating pad decided to snuggle with me in front of the tv. And i didn't want to move the cat because my feet were cold.
The 5 is solely because I liked Pinto and Marshall-Green,
You can guess where this movie belongs.
Meera survives cancer, but it costs her the ability to bear children. Henry builds her a dream house in the middle of the New Mexico desert. The house stands out, not only because it looks like a combination of a concrete bunker and an office building, but because it's was built in a town where the homes are either mansions or double wide trailers.
The disparity in wealth between the locals creates an immediate tension in the film that might have been interesting to explore, but the screenwriter drops that thread almost immediately. Also dropped is a potentially interesting thread about how Henry and Meera got to NM from Boston, and whether or not their cosmopolitan marriage is as isolated as their house is. Nope, the characters are completely two dimensional, and what you see in this film is what you get. There is no meaning, no subtext, etc. Nope, Netflix has become the new Lifetime when it comes to terrible housewife mysteries.
The two lead actors do their best to save a tired premise, but you know who the bad guy is the minute you hear about a missing girl. The only mystery in this film is how the writer expects the viewer to believe that a nee house has a "secret" room the size of a basketball court without anyone knowing about it.
I watched this stinker on a drizzly day as the rain turned to sleet. I might have turned it off, but a cat shaped heating pad decided to snuggle with me in front of the tv. And i didn't want to move the cat because my feet were cold.
The 5 is solely because I liked Pinto and Marshall-Green,