by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2016 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved
Last night Lifetime followed the quite impressive Hidden
Truth with another suspense melodrama, His
Double Life, which they’d run recently in
the same 10 p.m. to midnight time slot but which I hadn’t watched at the time
because a cursory look at my movie files told me I’d already seen it. I hadn’t;
the previous His Double Life was
a quite good independent film from 1933 about a famous painter who fakes his
own death and then attempts a comeback. This His Double Life was far less interesting and nowhere near as good as
Hidden Truth, mainly because
writers Peter Sullivan (who also directed) and Jeffrey Schenck went whole-hog
on precisely the sorts of melodramatic excesses the makers of Hidden
Truth, director Steven R. Monroe and writer
Richard O. Lowry, had wisely avoided. His Double Life begins with a chase scene at night on a mountain
road that ends with a car crashing and the death of its owner, though it’s not
until this film is about three-quarters over that we finally realize the
significance of that sequence. Then we get a title reading “Five Years Later”
and five years later Linda Thomas (Emmanuelle Vaugier), whose husband was
killed in that opening scene, is about to remarry. Her new husband is Greg
Davis (Brian Krause), who was her late husband’s business partner in a company
called Digital Force that’s currently in the middle of a major new software
project Greg is mum about even though it’s taking him away a lot of nights both
from Linda and her teenage daughter Scarlett (Cristine Prosperi), who’s just returned
from her freshman year at a prestigious East Coast university (I can’t recall
which one) and who wants to spend as much time as possible over the summer
break with her mom and the “new” man in her life. Brian Krause isn’t drop-dead
gorgeous but he’s still pretty hot, and director Sullivan gives us a nice
crotch shot showing his basket — and the moment we see how well-hung he is we know he must be a black-hearted villain.
Scarlett is
suspicious of him because he keeps going out at night, and she breaks into his
phone and notes that one of the addresses he’s been is a fancy restaurant
called Été, which from their menu and logo hardly looks like the sort of place
you’d take a business associate for a “working” meal. Scarlett traces Davis to
the home of a woman named Mary Harlow, and the two of them greet each other
with a hug at her door and an embrace before they pull the shades. Of course
Scarlett assumes that Davis and Mary are having an affair, only in the next
sequence she discovers that the truth is even worse than that: she’s out at a
restaurant where her rather air-headed blonde friend Darcy (Kati Salowski)
works as a waitress when the TV in the place shows a news report that Mary
Harlow’s dead body has just been found. Through various clues — including
seeing someone run into Davis at a restaurant and call him by another name (and
Davis subsequently corners this person in the parking lot and kills her) and
tracing him to a military museum where he runs into another person carrying an
identical briefcase and the two exchange them for a dead drop — Scarlett
realizes that “Davis” is actually a Russian spy. The film’s issue becomes
whether she can get the goods on him before he realizes that she’s on to him
and knocks her off — and also
before he completes his secret plan and launches “Cerberus,” a software program
that his company has created under contract to the National Security Agency
(NSA) to keep their data (including, you’ll remember, records on every cell-phone call and e-mail made, sent or received in
the U.S. —thank you once again, Edward Snowden, for blowing the whistle on the
police-state extent of the NSA’s 24/7 spying on the entire American
population!) more secure. Of course, he’s built in a back door to the program
so he can download the NSA’s entire data archive and forward it to his Russian
masters — and he’s stopped just in the nick of time after Scarlett leaks what
she’s got on him to the local FBI office (the film is set in L.A.).
Only
“Davis” manages to knock off Scarlett’s friend Darcy and overpower Scarlett,
her mom Linda and her boyfriend August (Santiago Segura), a colorless nerd she
knew in high school but thought she’d grown beyond until Darcy shoved them back
together and Scarlett found August’s computer hacking skills useful. The big
climax occurs when Scarlett shows up at her own home for what she thinks is
going to be a meeting with Darcy, only when she gets there Davis has tied up
both her mom and August — though eventually Scarlett and Davis have a fight and
force Davis to drop his gun, and mom picks it up and plugs him just before the
FBI arrives. The 2016 His Double Life is just one ridiculous plot contrivance after another, and it’s not
terribly well acted either: Cristine Prosperi goes through the entire movie
with one blank expression on her face, which apparently was her attempt to look
“serious” but just makes her look dorky, and though he’s hot enough I could
fantasize about him Brian Krause is also pretty blank as an actor, especially
when he has to make a final speech in which he says the U.S. is too powerful
and he needs to do what he’s doing to “restore the balance” by making Russia a
rival superpower again — which sounds like the sorts of real-life
rationalizations the Soviet spies in the 1930’s, 1940’s and 1950’s were making.
Indeed, at least one of the agendas Sullivan and Schenck were pursuing in
making this movie was heating up the Cold War again — a final title says that
Russia has actually increased its
number of espionage agents in the U.S. since the Soviet Union fell and “they
could be your co-workers … your friends … your neighbors … your husbands.” I
wouldn’t mind that so much if the show had at least stayed more or less within
the bounds of credibility enough to be entertaining — Charles has been bothered
by the neo-Cold War politics of the CBS-TV series Madam Secretary but at least their episodes have been well written
and, within the conventions of TV drama, reasonably believable, which His
Double Life was decidedly not.
