It’s an unlikely — but nonetheless possible — scenario to wake up in a low-rent motel on the dusty outskirts of Las Vegas with a hangover and a hot partner you don’t recall marrying (or screwing, presumably) the night before. In the movies, of course, this sticky dream inevitably turns into a shrieking nightmare in the blink of an eye — or the spin of a steering wheel, as in the case of Thomas Jane’s guilty,... More >>>