Ashley Judd--Pam--is a certified nutcase, a combination sociopath and manic depressive. Luke Perry--Chris--is a gun-obsessed cop. They meet--NOT cute at all--and get married. He feeds off his need for her. She feeds off every next minute of thrills. No thrills, no connection. No connection, no hope.



She's in despair, she's ecstatic, she's drugged out half the time, she plays with her husband's guns. They have sex and she doesn't feel anything, but shows off her great body a lot. She freaks when she's around other people Chris values (his parents, his friends). He doesn't know what to do with her.



The title is obviously ironic and the violence--brutal and sudden--is not the cookie-cutter variety seen in most Hollywood movies but tragic and senseless and awful. The thing is, what does Pam really want? What does Chris really want?



What do you really want? That's the real question here. And because this movie asks that question in such an upfront way it's a solid piece of work. Most people don't really know what they want; they hang onto little pieces of dreams or illusions, hoping life will bring them more than what they have now.



Here's a film that slams home that question right between the eyes. Do you want a telescope? Do you want a lot of money and a new house? A new motorcycle? OK. You get those.



Then what?