The question in this movie is not "Whodunit", but rather "Whydidtheydunit". In the opening scene (in the dark and rain...how mysterious) the police descend on the ritzy abode of Jimmy Smits and Mary-Louise Parker to discover the former lying in the foyer with some shrub clippers protruding from his belly (the couples handyman is also dead, but who cares?). Parker is upstairs, covered in blood, clutching a knife and staring into space.
It seems pretty darn obvious that she did it, but she doesn't remember a thing, so the cops bring in a world-renowned psychiatric expert (Nigel Hawthorne) who luckily lives nearby to clear up the whole mess. He doesn't.
We then suffer through a ninety-minute quest to define the nature of memory and the mind which is both confusing (it is supposed to be) and boring (an unintended consequence).
It's hard to believe that Jimmy Smits left "NYPD Blue" to pursue these kind of career opportunities.
It seems pretty darn obvious that she did it, but she doesn't remember a thing, so the cops bring in a world-renowned psychiatric expert (Nigel Hawthorne) who luckily lives nearby to clear up the whole mess. He doesn't.
We then suffer through a ninety-minute quest to define the nature of memory and the mind which is both confusing (it is supposed to be) and boring (an unintended consequence).
It's hard to believe that Jimmy Smits left "NYPD Blue" to pursue these kind of career opportunities.