Director Adrian Lyne has made a virtue - if that's the right word - of overwrought, over-erotic pot-boilers featuring wealthy Americans.

There was Fatal Attraction, which added the phrase "bunny boiler" to the international lexicon, and Indecent Proposal, where Demi Moore offered Robert Redford a roll in the hay for $1m.

Now comes what he describes as "an erotic thriller about the body language of guilt". In this case the body with the guilt complex is that of comfortably-off mother-of-one Connie Sumner (Diane Lane).

Hubbie Edward (Richard Gere) is a loving partner but a draconian security firm boss with a weakness for cable-knit pullovers. So it's no surprise when Connie literally bumps into dashing French book dealer Paul Martel (Olivier Martinez), that she is fleetingly attracted to him.

However, there's no chance the relationship will remain a mere 'entente cordiale' when he works his Gallic charm on her. Especially when he reasons there's no such things as mistakes - "only things you do and things you don't do".

Following this skewed but sexually convenient line of moral logic, it's not long before Paul and Connie are at it in coffee shop loos, cinema stalls and in the corridor outside his flat.

However, Edward is no fool (you can tell that by his steel-rimmed glasses) and his suspicions are soon aroused.

If you ignore a farcical body disposal scene, which even Brian Rix would have rejected as too far-fetched, there's a certain enjoyment to be had from this formulaic thriller.

Gere is settling nicely into middle-aged roles and Lane convinces as the wayward wife but there's little new on offer here.