Jim Cummings sure pulls out all the stops for his almost frenetic performance as "Jordan" - a media executive about to marry long-term girlfriend "Caroline" (Virigina Newcombe). Trying to juggle the wedding arrangements whilst winning a lucrative new contact for his business is taking it's strain on a man of whom, it might reasonably be said, has only a modest grasp on things! A purple envelope arrives, offering him a night of passion with a stranger. He throws it away, but the premiss gets under his skin and he succumbs for a blind-folded experience to remember. Thing is - he can't forget her and is soon trying to find out more about his enigmatic hostess. It's becoming an obsession that could jeopardise everything he holds dear. Cummings is on great form, certainly, but sadly the rest of it all just fell by the wayside a little. To me, it was always reasonably obvious whom the mysterious lady actually was, and "Jordan" is actually quite an odious, unlikeable character that I quickly took against. Whilst maybe that shouldn't have prejudiced my view of the rest of the film, I found I just didn't like him, nor what he stood for either as a husband (to be) or as a rather smarmy, bullish**ter of a business man and so my interest started to wane quite rapidly. He wrote and directed this with co-star PJ McCabe ("PJ") so perhaps an objective set of eyeballs on the whole operation might have given it more depth - padded out the other characters a bit more, rather than just presenting us with as series of powerful, increasingly expletive-laden, monologues from the star that though potent in the beginning, became a little relentless and repetitive as the plot developed. They have also taken a pretty oblique look at just how little we know about the data we inadvertently provide when using the internet, or about the even less we know about how that data is extrapolated and exploited - but that is almost incidental to the "who was the woman?" element that drives the story. It's short and compact, with an end-to-end performance that is to be commended in isolation. The story itself is, however, much less remarkable.