A feckless, charmless, and morally vacuous man, haunted by the suicide of his father, runs for congress in Louisiana. His opponent, far ahead in the polls, nonetheless arranges an erotic encounter (in an abandoned aikido studio!) to get our hero's adulterous moves on video. Yawn. Everything--lines, camera angles, plot points--proceeds in the most predictable and utterly uninteresting fashion. Who gives a damn about this dissipated and rather fatuous pretty boy? Frost and Spader fail to bring any life to this yarn. Even Robards, a real pro, is off his game. Skip this one.