Disappointing. The D.P. & set designers do an exceptionally good job of keeping one visually enthralled and in early 1960s NYC, yet the main character, although he dutiful fulfils his 'eye candy' function, becomes increasingly unlikeable as the story unfolds - so that his accidental execution in the final frames barely perturbs us ('good riddance' an exaggeration of response but not the surely-should-be 'Oh, no!' the audience ought to have...especially IF he is innocent of the actual crime - which, by the final frame, is STILL UNclear! Both, within context, anyway, cardinal sins in film-making/telling). Jessica Biel's character is frankly more sympathetic, as anyone who has ever suffered from or dealt with serious depression knows/understands...one's sympathy for her frustrated and exasperated husband tended to end when he declares, 'I didn't sign up for this' - as she rightly points out, marriage is in sickness and health, so apparently, he only signed up for the healthy parts and his love doesn't extend to the rest, evaporating under test conditions. Not that we don't understand his fantasies of being free of her, it's simply too obvious that their marriage from his side was based on his sexual attraction to her - and his new relationship with the rather vacuous blonde from The Village, likewise. The guy doesn't 'do' intimacy, he does self-involved fantasies which lead, ultimately, to his demise. Oh, well.