A lesson in every reason why you shouldn't trust a man, this film could have been so much better if director Bart Freundlich paid more heed to the strengths of the fine cast of actors before him and stuck less rigidly to the confines of a script that offers little chance to really explore the relationship issues it briefly delves into.
Tom (Duchovny) and Rebecca (Moore) are struggling to keep their marriage alive. Sex-crazy stay-at-home dad Tom is no longer on the same wavelength as his high-flying actress wife. What's more, she doesn't seem to care all that much when he tries to tell her that he regrets his decision to become a full-time house husband. The kind of couple that love airing their dirty laundry in public, it seems only a matter of time before they face some very tough decisions.
Then there's Rebecca's younger brother Tobey (Crudup), a lazy journalist who spends most of his time strategically avoiding parking fines, and his aspiring novelist girlfriend Elaine (Gyllenhaal), whose patience with his ways is wearing very thin.
So, with both relationships dangerously close to break-down, throw in an old flame, an artistic French bloke, a yummy mummy and an impressionable, very smitten young actor and you've got all the ingredients for infidelity.
The main downfall with 'Trust the Man' is that it over-simplifies the relationships that it presents. Everything is black and white, male versus female, strictly right in one corner and wrong in the other. It glosses over issues of compromise and the give-and-take of real-life in favour of a very straightforward narrative that completely fails to pick up on some of the best qualities of the characters it presents. There are some comic moments but they are fleeting and by the close you'll struggle to remember any.
Ultimately, this is a wasted opportunity - overly predictable, not as funny as it could have been and a real waste of the talent on offer.