Obsessed

Four important lessons you’ll learn from this Fatal Attraction–ish domestic thriller: If you’re a corporate bigwig (Elba) and some leggy blond temp (Larter) starts talking to you, run away; she’s probably a “crazy bitch” who will stalk you. If your receptionist is a borderline-offensive gay stereotype, he will gab away important expositional information. Unless you are impervious to falling chandeliers, don’t piss off Beyoncé Knowles—ever. Finally, don’t think that exploiting female paranoia and the promise of Knowles throwing punches is enough to make up for your unabashed B-movie hitting the skids at the halfway point.