A forced but provoking look at jealousy and depravity.

Rating: Null/10 (18 July 1999)

Tom Cruise can't wash that man out of his hair. After a private pot party with his wife, she confesses to him that months back she had been tempted by a momentary glance. A downward spiral ensuses, with Cruise digging deeper into the dark side, encountering hookers, corpses, fathers pimping their children, and a sort of party that resembles a satanic "Masque of Red Death." Except in this case, the terror stalking the party isn't a plague, but his own personal demons. After a strangely stilted encounter and redemption at the costume orgy, Cruise seems to be ready to wind things up.