All-too-unfortunately titled, this is something of a glitch in director John Dahl's meteoric career, following the glories of Red Rock West and The Last Seduction.

Things start strongly: brilliant forensic pathologist Ray Liotta has found his only friend is the bottle since he was acquitted of his wife's murder on a technicality.

Most people still believe he did it. And maybe he did... This is where the sci-fi content of the plot comes into play.

Liotta injects himself with some of his dead wife's brain fluid and relives her killing - trying to see the face of the murderer.

Around this point, the plot strains and then snaps. The count mounts of things that just don't add up.

Echoes of The Fugitive are carried through into some good chase sequences, but they can't stop the film's grip from slipping dramatically in the second half - not helped by a cast that seems to be playing on different levels.

Liotta's interesting, but Linda Fiorentino struggles badly with an unsuitable role.