Right at Your Door

Every film has to have a good premise to succeed. This one lacks severely in the premise domain and therefore falls flat on its face.

Here's the no-spoiler scenario: Dirty bombs have been detonated in L.A. and the wife (Mary McCormack) has left for work. The husband, a self-centered sort, stays home. Wife gets zapped by toxic smoke (as in above picture) and comes home. Husband says, "Stay outside. You're contaminated!" Thus the lousy premise.

Fact is, very few of us seriously married guys would leave our dear wives out in the cold for fear of catching her dirty bomb bug. Would you not tend to your kid if he had malaria? Would you not approach your mom if she had TB? This reviewer would tell his soulmate, "Come in, dear!

Let the contamination chips fall where they may!"

So, instead of watching man reject woman for fear of catching her disease for two full hours, take your loved one to a good dinner...and of course a flick! Just don't stay home and watch this dog!

D- for Dour, Depressing, and Darned Stupid!