Stunningly awful and misguided messes like these do not come around so often so they can almost sustain a bizarre fascination (why are the performances so mannered and stilted? is it possible for a couple to have less chemistry on screen? how is it possible for a director to go from The Lives of Others to this?).
Like any imitation, it contains traces of the thing it is trying to imitate (lest it completely fail to register as an imitation); in this case it offers a modern take on the kinds of glamourous thrillers in the mode of Hitchcock's TO CATCH A THIEF or Donen's CHARADE. But it's dull, by the numbers, and lacks the chemistry it needs to sell this particular brand of entertainment.