This spotty black comedy from Lawrence Kasdan (The Big Chill)--based on a true story--stars Kevin Kline as a womanizing pizzeria owner whose mousy wife (Tracey Ullman) tries multiple ways of murdering him with the aid of sundry friends and hired hands. The film never picks up the necessary momentum or develops the necessary tone to drive it, and one is left picking and choosing which of the performers is at least adequately entertaining. Kline is good but perhaps a bit too theatrical, and Joan Plowright is hilarious as his mother-in-law. The funniest joke in the whole thing belongs to William Hurt and Keanu Reeves as deeply-stoned, would-be-killers who emerge from a taxi and look as if they can't remember what planet they're on. --Tom Keogh
They look like drug addicts.
Well, they are drug addicts.
Oh my God. You hired drug addicts?
Who'd you expect me to hire? The Red Cross?
They seem like very polite boys.
I don't like having drug addicts in my house.
Oh no, Rosalie. Don't think of them as drug addicts. Think of them as killers.