This is the epitome of what I call "Deja vu flicks," movies which you've seen before but barely remember; when you see them again, they seem vaguely familiar but you can't quite place the memory. A rather silly story about a ne'er do well free spirit in love with a straitlaced lawyer, this had one memorable element: in order to exact revenge on her ex, a banker, the main character takes out a safe-deposit box in the bank where he works and puts a dead fish in it. As the fish ages, the smell in the bank becomes intolerable. Pretty clever, I'd say. The movie as a whole is the kind of thing you might watch if you were in prison but it's not worth crossing the street to see.
Review of Second Thoughts
