Ladykiller

For the first 18 minutes of this movie, I was rather intrigued. It has that typical decently shot, decently acted 90s American tv movie feel, which can make one feel rather nostalgic sometimes.

But then the main character Michael (played by Rogers) seems to lose her brain and the entire film becomes almost unwatchable.

Get this - our lead, who is apparently a seasoned homicide detective, sleeps with an incredibly creepy dude that shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night under false pretenses.

Then proceeds to keep getting involved with him all the way through.

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like this script was written by a man with no understanding of women.

It's established that Michael is lonely and feeling burnt out. She's joined a dating service. Feels like she's never going to get married.

A mid-life crisis of sadness. Understandable. Happens to everyone.

But why would a seasoned detective, even a lonely one, fall for a creepy married dude that turns up on her doorstep in the middle of the night?

It just feels like one of those male script writer decisions.

"Woman lonely. Woman need marry man. Woman no brain when need sex. Hurrrrr."

Ruins the entire film.

But if you want to see a lead character make stupider and stupider decisions, this one's for you!