Chloe

In a movie so relentlessly stylish that nothing seems entirely real, Seyfried maintains a spooky, authentic poise. It's a sensational performance.

Even the leads can't overcome an absurd plot turn in the second half, as the film spirals into territory usually reserved for the 1 a.m. time slot on Cinemax.

So, if you're after a stylish, sexy B-movie, Chloe is a guilty pleasure of the highest order.

It's all meant to be a sexy, tony thriller, but the script embroils Moore and Seyfried in such mortifying tawdriness that it exposes Chloe for what it is: soft-core porn without the courage of its convictions.

Chloe reminded me of Fatal Attraction, which was a believable and captivating film. This knockoff is not.