One of those movies you'll see about million times in million different versions and never be able to tell any of them apart. This is "the one with a dead guy in bed". And that's about it. The rest is as cheesy, already-seen, weirdly shaped as they come. In hands of a less capable director it would be a hopeless mess, but this way it's watchable enough to kill an hour and a half.
Even a great filmmaker is not infalible, not when he has to work with a poor screenplay. The tone rambles, never decides if it is a comedy, a soap opera or a thriller. Performances by Jane Fonda, Jeff Bridges and the underused Raul Julia do some good to this ridiculous and predictible mess.