Le maître du jeu

Quite apart from postulating a novel concept of Brazilian inheritance law and ignoring that fifty per cent of all assets **have** to go to the spouse and children and showing us a new method of police investigation wherein no forensic evidence is taken and suspects aren't swabbed for gunshot residue, we are subjected to a plot so absurd in its denouement and progression as to make the mind stupified.

At the same time the cast of "actors" (if that's the right name for them) ham along to their parts either amateurishly or histrionically. Not a single one of these people has their photo on IMDb and I'm not surprised because on this showing they are unlikely to ever be hired again by the film industry.

The budget for this effort must have been minimal. The newsroom was a cubbyhole, for instance.

Why did I give two stars? Well, I got to the end. And I have to admit I like listening to Brazilian Portuguese which is so much easier to follow than the European version.

As for any of the actors being "hot", that's a fantasy of someone's imagination. The gay guys here were screechy and effeminate having a hard time bothering to pretend to have feelings for their lovers in the triangle.

This was a dismal mess that would have been better remaining in someone's head. Don't waste your time.