Domestic Disturbance (2001)
Eeeuw, John Travolta is back.

Eeeuw, John Travolta is back.

It’s fascinating how everyone gets to manipulate the gullible heroine.

The plot is interesting, but the author soon drags everything down into psychoanalysis hell again.

This self-indulgent mess is best watched only by Kevin Smith’s family members and friends.

An erotic drama? More like another tale of misogyny and sex-negative sentiments.

Why does this even get made? You know what, I don’t care. I’ll just show myself to the exit.

Moron heroines will always moron.

Oh look, another place from the lowest of hells!

Put it down. Quick!

Summer turd is a more appropriate description of this stinker.
