Rocking a beard that looks just as glued-on as his hair, Cage is the new owner of the seedy motel (he bought it off a dude on Craigslist!?!) that he runs with his wife (Robin Tunney). Looking to make a fresh start after the accidental death of their daughter, they soon find that the area is teeming with shady, creepy folk and dark, sinister secrets. Cage’s character eventually gets in the pervy, freaky-sneaky spirit when he discovers a secret spot where he can watch customers get it on in one of the rooms.
You might get the feeling that Cage, director Tim Hunter and everyone involved in the production got together and wanted to make the sort of sordid, straight-to-cable kinkfest that Cinemax used to play ad nauseam in the ’90s. And as much as it piles on the skankiness, giving us brief but substantial glimmers of Sapphic and sadomasochistic activity, the movie’s clumsy attempts to be all salacious and menacingly tawdry makes it look like another quickie thriller that’s just Brian De Palma lite.
And, really, if you want watch a more effective movie about a motel owner doing some sleazy shit, Voyeur, the documentary based on the Talese book, has been streaming on Netflix for a while now.