Who Cares Who is the Other Man?
Right up front, the actors in this little movie are the only reason to go see it. Their past stellar work as artists was enough to get my husband and I to purchase tickets and drive to a theater 30 minutes from home. They did superior work with an inferior script and woefully weak plotline.
This type of movie is only shown in "art houses" and my suburb of Southern Califonia is too plebean to support such a facility so we chose to seek out this movie in a ritzier suburb near the beach where, of course, since the people have more money then they must have more sense of appreciatiation for this type of movie. So the logic goes.
The reality is that since they have more money and are striving to appear to know more, they will plunk down good cash and actually think they saw something in The Other Man. Whereas my husband and I were left wondering, why did they bother to make this movie since no one really care by the end of it who the other man is?!
Bottom line--Netflix it.