The opening scene of this TV cop-thriller features the prolific Pare being handcuffed to his bed by the blonde Mara, who turns out to be a fellow 'tec and is subsequently revealed as his partner, in both senses. The surprises end there and predictability takes over like indigestible, undercooked dough; as some cosmetically-enhanced never-will-be sporting the moniker "Beau Starr" watches her loadsamoney fiancée being knifed over some dodgy dealings.
Modern Z-grade noir trappings abound, from blue-neon lit nightclub scenes a go-go to what one prays is a surely self-deprecating line in first-person narrative ("I was walkin'... I didn't know where I was going'...").
Being a TV movie however, this is the one genre where the absence of gritty modern-day swearing and violence (aside from some glossily discreet skirmishes) is to be bemoaned. The action gets no racier than a handful of woman-on-top-with-bra-on sex scenes; predictably emanating from Pare's affair with the chief witness-cum suspected accomplice, set in his one-bedroom (of course) apartment. Underwhelming.
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