Roselyn comes home to her room-mate and her married boyfriend. The next thing she knows is she wakes up groggy and confused and finds her room-mate dead. She has no memory of anything. When examined, she is found to have been raped, with traces of a date rape drug in her system.
The Police investigate and suspect her room-mate's lover, a rich rake. He denies knowing anything and is upset that his wife has to be dragged into the whole thing. The evidence mounts about his involvement. The detective on the case, Will, becomes attracted to Roz, and with the encouragement of his boss, begins to see her, in the hopes that her memory will return.
When the police discover evidence that Jerry, the suspect, has had sex with Roz, they push for an indictment, only to be told that due to Roz's admitted history of marijuana use, the evidence of it being rape are flimsy.
Will and Roz decide to take matters in to their own hands, Convinced that justice is not being served Roz offers to lie about remembering Jerry raping her.
That is part one of what promises to be an interesting second half. Unfortunately the plot takes a meandering path away from mystery into the usual: "rescue the heroine at the last moment, because she goes suddenly stupid" dramatics.
Roz, armed with the confession of the true killer, decides that this vital piece of information should not be shared with the Police, or her boyfriend. Apparently overcome with guilt at the realization she was in part culpable in some of the events of that night, and with the fact that she has sent an innocent man to jail, she decides instead to have her detective boyfriend drop her off outside her home while she goes in to find.....yup, the guy who just confessed murdering her room-mate and raping her!! The ensuing ending is of course the usual cliché. Will Will save her in time? Of course he will! Will we find out how she fares as a perjurer who has sent a man to jail? Of course not! The camera fades out the window!
I am so tired of stories not holding up to their early promise! Why does a smart, tight, plot, have to be senselessly frittered away? Why do the talents of so many fine performances have to be sacrificed at the altar of clichéd endings?
Finally why waste the mesmerizing, barely caged talents, of Mark Lewis Jones in a minor role as the butt of everyone's jokes? When he joined the "Night Detective," he woke up a slumbering show. When he took the lead in "Murder Prevention Unit," he injected it with kinetic energy,as the possibly sociopathic detective. That choice by the Producer should have been the first clue!
The Police investigate and suspect her room-mate's lover, a rich rake. He denies knowing anything and is upset that his wife has to be dragged into the whole thing. The evidence mounts about his involvement. The detective on the case, Will, becomes attracted to Roz, and with the encouragement of his boss, begins to see her, in the hopes that her memory will return.
When the police discover evidence that Jerry, the suspect, has had sex with Roz, they push for an indictment, only to be told that due to Roz's admitted history of marijuana use, the evidence of it being rape are flimsy.
Will and Roz decide to take matters in to their own hands, Convinced that justice is not being served Roz offers to lie about remembering Jerry raping her.
That is part one of what promises to be an interesting second half. Unfortunately the plot takes a meandering path away from mystery into the usual: "rescue the heroine at the last moment, because she goes suddenly stupid" dramatics.
Roz, armed with the confession of the true killer, decides that this vital piece of information should not be shared with the Police, or her boyfriend. Apparently overcome with guilt at the realization she was in part culpable in some of the events of that night, and with the fact that she has sent an innocent man to jail, she decides instead to have her detective boyfriend drop her off outside her home while she goes in to find.....yup, the guy who just confessed murdering her room-mate and raping her!! The ensuing ending is of course the usual cliché. Will Will save her in time? Of course he will! Will we find out how she fares as a perjurer who has sent a man to jail? Of course not! The camera fades out the window!
I am so tired of stories not holding up to their early promise! Why does a smart, tight, plot, have to be senselessly frittered away? Why do the talents of so many fine performances have to be sacrificed at the altar of clichéd endings?
Finally why waste the mesmerizing, barely caged talents, of Mark Lewis Jones in a minor role as the butt of everyone's jokes? When he joined the "Night Detective," he woke up a slumbering show. When he took the lead in "Murder Prevention Unit," he injected it with kinetic energy,as the possibly sociopathic detective. That choice by the Producer should have been the first clue!
