This movie is a very strange and low-budget film that seems kind of stupid at first. Two women are in a bar (...and wait till you hear the punchline), one is a reporter and the other one, Callie, is narrating a flashback, which becomes our story. Remember, that these are her version of the events.
Callie is a pretty sick woman who conspires to murder to her husband, convinced that he is fooling around on her, but never investigating her hurried assumptions. Her crime is pretty flawed, and she's not very good at covering up her tracks. But then again, it doesn't seem to matter.
The story is so odd, and at the same time, so eerie, because everyone around her is so jaded that it is like, despite the viciousness of her crime, no realizes how wacked out this woman is, or how dangerous she is. Everyone is so wrapped up in exactly nothing important, and it seems to be eating away at their brains.
As a pretext to the movie, you might want to read 'The Theory of the Liesure Class,' which as I recall, is not that long. It's not entirely surprising that this theory developed out of the 1960s, considering the writings of the school of Socialist thought of Adorno and Horkheimer were addressing this issue already by the 1930s (that commercializing life would be to trivialize everything). To mix it with a murder plot is quite interesting, and quite creepy considering it's all based on a true story.
Being that it is so low-budget and everything, there are some displeasing elements of the film. For one thing, everything is so damned dark, and often hard to hear as people enter that typical whisper mode of delivery. The acting isn't so fantastic, either, though you'll probably recognize a few familiar faces (i.e. Brad Renfro and Christopher MacDonald). It's not a movie for everyone.