I saw this film when it came it and somehow remember it being better than it is. Now I'm thinking - wooden characters, bad acting (sadly, even from Morgan Freeman), and a slow, unsuspenseful, and basically wooden script too. The book is better as some reviewers said but as a woman I'm tired and bored of all these mysoginistic male fantasies turned rape/murder mystery type films. They should at least be well done. BTW, an aside. I'm Indian American as well as female, and I never heard of any recipe for Indian food in all my years, which calls for unpeeled, coarsely cut carrots. Finally, convenient that that carton of milk just happened to be lying around on the counter when Dr. Cross needed it most. Did this so called "Indian" of the beautiful Dr. Kate's require the fat, hairy pieces of carrot to be marinated or basted in room temperature milk? Oh please. Get a director while you're out getting a better script writer and actors!