Angelina Jolie and Antonio Banderas in a steamy mystery drama from a novel by ace crime writer Cornell Woolrich? You'd think the combustible combination couldn't miss. But the fact that the results don't exactly explode on to the screen is down to the lack of plot developments - much simplified from Woolrich's original - and a move from the New Orleans of the book to 19th-century Cuba, where Banderas is a coffee plantation owner whose mail order bride (Jolie) doesn't exactly match the photo she sent him. Clearly there's more to this than meets the eye, though hardly enough, as Jolie takes Banderas for his money, then returns to him, then deserts him, then... all the while dogged by a Pinkerton-style detective, who, being co-star Thomas Jane, plainly has a greater part to play in the plot that being a flatfoot on its fringes. The stars do their best to sustain the impression of an impassioned love that overcomes all else in the story, but the pace is slow, the lack of fresh twists tiresome - and Jolie's vacillations drain all sympathy for her character, rendering the piece merely a charade, which modestly engages our attention to see what trickery the storyteller may have in store for the end.