Film is forever.
Time would've been better spent injecting some life into the dull, dull, deathly dull script. During a gig in sunny California he becomes immersed in a case of occult coverup, marital infidelity, and some good ol' creepy goings-on. Despite the good idea, the execution is wrong from just about every angle. Bakula, not a good actor by any stretch, is pushed far beyond his meager limits with this role. Every hard-boiled line or action is tired and telegraphed, and his limited range of emotion rivals that of John Saxon and Nick Cassavettes.