If it wasn't bad enough that Colour of Night sees Bruce Willis spend most of the film shagging, there's one of cinema's most ludicrously obvious plot twists within to boot. The main appeal of the film is Jane March's appearance as Rose, the young hottie that psychoanalyist Bill (Willis) finds himself hooking up with. Apparently the intention is that these scenes will be so steamy that we'll abandon all logic and completely forget about the plot. Things get blindinly obvious when we meet one of Bill's patients, Richie, a teenage boy who wants to be a girl, and bears more than a passing resemblance to Rose. And why is that? Because Rose is Richie, duh! In actual fact, Richie is her long-dead brother, and so in the style of Norman Bates, she takes on his identity for kicks. It's a head-smackingly bad twist, though did introduce audiences to Ms. March in all her...glory, so I'm not going to complain all that much.