Review – Mercy

What an odd title for a film that apparently has none. The bad acting, ludicrous script and ham-handed exploitation of unsavory sexual themes are as relentless as they are tedious. Yet again Hollywood (or at least the low-rent, straight-to-cable corner of Tinseltown) trots out the tired old male fantasies about what women do with each other “while the guys are at work.” Adding S&M wrinkles and a basic murder-thriller plot structure does little to warm up these cold leftovers. And Julian Sands in a dress? Please. See if desperate