A textbook example of the Hitchcock-styled murder mystery--though with perhaps a few chapters missing. Far-fetched yarn has mild-mannered husband and father in suburbia goaded into "swapping" wives with his googly-eyed neighbor for one night of adult fun. The trouble begins when the neighbor's wife turns up dead--or does she? Smoke-and-mirrors thriller with insulting roles for E. G. Marshall as a lawyer and Forest Whitaker as a private investigator (neither allowed to do his job properly--and both vanishing by the third act). Alan J. Pakula is credited with the gummy direction (not an enviable accomplishment). It all comes down to a showdown between Kevin Kline (the wronged wrong man) and Kevin Spacey (the stranger in the house rather than on the train). About thirty minutes in, a group of happy neighbors and friends gather on a lawn and sing "The Twelve Days of Christmas", which is so flawless and note-perfect it seems to have come straight from a television commercial. That's when the realization sinks in this is just a TV-movie blown up on the big screen. ** from ****