Stupid, aimless, convoluted, preposterous would-be comedy that misses from about 5 minutes in and goes down all the way. In the process, it piles up the moronic plot twists and the inconsistencies. No reason to go on and on here, but when are the writers of murder stories going to accept that in the age of DNA your characters cannot get away with switching identities with a corpse. Agh!
PS: And is Matthew Perry ever going to learn to act without his hands in his pockets?
PS: And is Matthew Perry ever going to learn to act without his hands in his pockets?