It’s like Fatal Attraction for the naked-selfie generation.
Before you can whisper "Fatal Attraction," Evan breaks his marital vows with the women in graphic fashion (the movie earns its R rating).
Evan lets trouble into his life, but the response is deliberately, absurdly disproportionate — Fatal Attraction with questionable consent, Funny Games as ranted out by a men’s rights activist.
"Fatal Attraction" turns into "Funny Games," though, when in the morning the girls reveal a feverish terroristic agenda that involves upending Evan's life: tying him up, trashing his house, threatening exposure to his wife and preparing to kill him.
Part cautionary tale, part satire, part horror film, part erotic thriller, it’s Fatal Attraction for the social media era—yet that description does little to indicate just how riveting it is.