At the end when Matty is seated in her lounge chair on the secluded beach sipping a drink, a man comes up behind her and starts talking. Do we ever know his identity? His is just a voice. And can anyone tell me what he is saying. The sound track obliterates the conversation. And who says crime doesn't pay! This movie is flawless. Matty is the embodiment of pure evil. That was Turner's first role. And Hurt was superb as just a dumb cluck, a horny dumb cluck. What a film? And Ted Danson. What a far cry from Cheers. I give this one a resounding ten.
