Good movie but grossly overrated

Absolutely Brilliant!

Simple and well acted, it has tension enough to knot the stomach.

This is a dark and sometimes deeply uncomfortable drama

Jarvis Scott (Robert Patrick) returns to home in L.A. after finish writing his novel in isolation. His girlfriend committed suicide which affected his writing. His editor Chazz Stone (Matt McCoy) hates the new book. He becomes invested in his neighbors' volatile relationship. He writes a new book with him and his neighbor Dani Payson (Teri Hatcher) as the leads. Dani reveals the abusive relationship is actually a rehearsal for a play. Jarvis starts dating Dani but she keeps pushing him to the edge.This is a rather sad and boring erotic thriller. It has no thrills to speak of. The erotica comes from Teri Hatcher. I don't know if they're real. They are spectacular but they're not enough to make a bad movie good. The actors may be willing but nothing else is. The script is horribly boring. The production is ripped out of every bad 90s late night cable movie.

Robert Patrick is very hot in this film. Nice twists of plot but who really cares when you can view for eye candy. He is as always a superb actor, but baby, he sets the screen on fire in this one with his sexuality alone!

Tormented writer draws inspiration from the life of the girl-next-door for his next novel. But, as topless Teri Hatcher looks to be giving him the book his publisher has been begging for, the writer falls for her. The kind of film where anger can only be represented by a character punching a table top.

Fantasies pose as realities in this film of double personalities double crossing themselves. When aspiring "too soft" writer meets sexy actress next door, he rises with inspiration as she plays great reach-withdraw games to keep him creative. But when the writer's screenplay gets bought, intent, motivation, and fantasy all meld into one, big potboiler. The beasts of lust, greed, and ambition surface within the characters, souring to a conclusion.Some pretty talented people cut their teeth on juicy, B-characters and seedy situations in this film. Namely, Teri Hatcher, Robert Patrick, and the writer-director, Erik Anjou. There is even a possible subtextual argument on the dangers of secondary experience supplanting primary experience. It also goes out of its way to damn Capitalism A La Hollywood. After all, the screen writer is merely making his material saleable. It's not his fault that he can only write about what he experiences.All in all, this is quite a respectable entry into the late-night Cable Hell of the Sleaze-B, Thriller genre.