If the reality of One Night Stand (1997) has any bearing upon life at large, then temptation is a bitch and there is no such animal as the free lay. Even if your best friend has been given only a year to live, and you have flown to New York to console him in his state of heightened mortality, and while on this mission of mercy untoward circumstances dictate that you share a hotel room with an impossibly hot and ready vision of feminine succor, do not succumb to the imperious urge. This woman will turn out to be the wife of your dying friend’s brother. When will you discover this troublesome connection? When you arrive for dinner, with your wife, one year later, and the dying friend’s brother introduces his little lady. You kick yourself in the ass and think, “I knew this was going to happen.”