As I was watching this film I kept hoping to hear the theme song from the 1980s sitcom of the same name in the middle of this movie. Not only would that have been a hilarious homage, but it would've also distracted this film from taking itself quite so seriously. In much the same way that The Number 23, released earlier this year, tried too damned hard to seem dark and twisted, this one desperately wants to be a topsy-turvy murder mystery, but it's a little too disjointed to pull it off.
Rowena Price (Halle Berry) is a newspaper writer who likes to go after the big stories. When a childhood friend tosses Rowena a lead about her affair with a big-time advertising exec, then ends up dead, Rowena goes undercover to nail the guy. Turns out that nobody is as they seem, everyone's lying to everyone else and, yadda, yadda, yadda, there's a twist ending.
I think it takes a whole lot to impress me these days because even when a film produces an ending I had no idea was coming, I'm still not a fan—though maybe that's actually why. There are a few clues given (and re-given in the traditional "recap scene" at the end), but they are dropped so subtly that even Sherlock Holmes wouldn't have known whodunit.
Perfect Stranger is Hollywood fare at its most simple. It has enough content to keep you interested until the end, but not enough to make you want to talk about it much afterward.