Picture yourself after being hit by a car. You wake up in a hospital bruised and battered, with big gaps in your memory. Your foot is damaged and you can’t walk without assistance when you’re released because it’s painful and difficult.
So when the husband you don’t remember brings you home to the enormous house you don’t remember,. and says that you can sleep in the guestroom on the first floor, you of course insist on sleeping in your bedroom up a double flight of stairs, right? You obviously need the challenge, and you “don’t want to be any trouble.”
That’s the case even though you don’t know your way around, you don’t have crutches (standard issue in a situation like this), but you did get a measly little cane which barely supports you when you try to walk and you keep dropping.
You haven’t made any attempt to contact your friends at work or any other friends while you’ve been in the hospital, and even though you can’t seem to get internet service at home, you don’t really question your husband about these missing colleagues and friends. You just let it slide.
Trying to jog your memory, you study a photo album where you notice that the back of your husband’s head in a mirror is a different color than his hair facing forward. Of course you’re only mildly puzzled since you’ve never heard of Photoshop.
When you finally discover that your husband isn’t who he claims to be, you crisscross the extravagant kitchen multiple times in your attempts to escape and while doing so, you avoid picking up anything that could be a weapon. You just hobble back and forth and don’t bother grabbing a knife, a meat tenderizer, a pot or a pan.
Why? Because you’re an idiot. Because you’re a heroine in a film that gives “femjep” a bad name.
You’re not the only idiot on screen. The detective who figures out that there’s something fishy about your husband comes to your house alone. No call for backup. An ex-cop I interviewed for my latest mystery recently told me that this is one of the most frustrating things he sees on TV and in films: cops going cowboy. “It doesn’t happen,” he said.
But it has to happen in films written by people who think the audience is too dumb to know better.
Secret Obsession is only about ninety minutes long, but it’s a black hole of stupidity. There’s a pretty house to ogle and the leads have great hair, but that’s about the best it can offer. Don’t waste your time.