This time it is Demi Moore who plays the woman with two lives. One has a family in France. One is a career-minded single in New York. Moore is fully aware of all the actions that occur in both lives, but she can't figure out what is real and what isn't. I could have told her.
Nothing is real.
It's all just a bad script. One of those Pirandello fourth wall things. Neither of these lives have any ground in reality. And the resolution is sappy beyond measure, abetted by a closing musical score which can only be described as treacle. To be fair, this movie is marked by competent acting, set design, and direction.