A superior thriller, whose conclusion of destruction makes the violence a metaphor for the emotional devastation of infidelity. Though upon reflection somewhat implausible, as any married man left alone for the weekend would have cracked one off within an hour and been impervious to the advances of nymphettes, "free pizza" notwithstanding.
There's a moment where Keaton says, "I've got the chance to do something important," at almost the exact time a bottle of Stella Artois clearly settles in the frame, and for some reason it stuck with me as a minor emblem of the movie's hollowness. Are they so crass as to put a product placement in there as the hero bears his soul? Or is this a deliberate nudge at his petty self-importance adrift in a world of commodity? It's…