For about eleven minutes, this clever bit of “revenge manipulation” sets up its protagonist and his game. It is about escaping a failed marriage by using a sweet, cute nurse (Diane Keaton, a beaming doll) to rid him of his adulterous, beautiful trophy wife (Angel Tompkins, fulfilling the role of sarcastic, suspect cheater, lovely and obviously with her husband just for his money so she can shop and fuck somebody else due to his condition) by playing on her jealousy. Keaton is involved with a chauffeur (Larry Watson), and they are engaged to be married. He’s a stud who is also sleeping with Tompkins and Wiseman knows all by spying on them through the use of his binoculars, peering out of his window. Wiseman is bedridden and ill, a misanthropic (but highly intelligent and cunning) grouch with little joy left in him. He seizes upon a history of jealousy involving Keaton, learning of her violent attack on another woman who put her arms around Watson. This is his golden chance to g
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