A group of five middle-aged guys share the only keys to a private, secret condo expressly for their extramarital affairs. One morning, a bloodied dead woman is found in the bedroom and the arguing and finger-pointing begins. This seemingly has all the ingredients for a great small-scale tension cranker, but ambition gets the best of it, it tries to go large, and the whole thing blows to bits on the launchpad. It's terribly acted, for one, which is something of a surprise given the healthy careers enjoyed by its stars. Karl Urban and James Marsden are well-seasoned, even if they aren't exactly leading men, and Eric Stonestreet - while miscast in a very adult role - should at least know how to carry himself on the screen. Instead it's amateur hour, where limp first-takes abound, and the finished product is something I would expect from a bit of Cinemax softcore, not a polished big-budget production. I don't care about, or even remotely like, a single one of the characters, the writing goes around in circles seeking every possible twist, and the ending really doesn't even make any sense. Points for the concept, and for a few scanty bits of eye candy, but otherwise this is a major whiff.

A movie that prioritizes twists over a container plot or sensible character motivations. Also, has big "bitches be crazy" and "wives, amiright" energy. A regressive and frankly boring view of men and their relationships. Like Entourage: Loft Edition. Big NO THANKS! from me.

I did like it, but as with many modern movies the "background" music is MUCH TOO LOUD. It should be called "foreground" music. At times it was difficult to hear the dialog.

Not great but entertaining and easy to watch. Regular acting.