The shadow of firearm violence drives this handsomely photographed drama in which characters repeatedly cross paths until their destinies intersect at the point of a gun. Pathological hothead Warren (Jeff Daniels) shoots an intruder in his home; when the dead man turns out to be his business partner, he claims the whole thing was a tragic mistake. Warren's wife Helen (Joan Allen) has her doubts, as do Warren's lawyer Tim Sullivan (Andre Braugher) and the homicide detectives who catch the case (Bokeem Woodbine, Robert Forster). Tim is also counsel to eccentric computer billionaire Norton Morgan (Gary Sinise), and Tim's boyfriend Chris (David Schwimmer) helps Helen get a job as Morgan's assistant. Outgoing assistant Mr. Tennell (Josh Brolin) has grown tired of Morgan's increasing retreat from reality; what no-one knows is that Morgan has a state-of-the-art handgun, complete with laser sight, in his desk. Chris, who's mentally unstable and has stopped taking his medication, buys a matching pair of shiny little guns for himself and Tim. Chris suspects Tim of infidelity, but has no idea that the other man is actually a foul-mouthed guttersnipe improbably named Annabel Lee (Anna Paquin). Annabel has a volatile brother (Giovanni Ribisi) who's fresh out of prison and yes, he's also packing. Mindful of Chekov's admonition that if you show the audience a pistol in the first act someone had better use it by the third, actor-turned-writer Keith Reddin makes sure that all those guns are smoking by the movie's end. The climactic shootout might have more impact if we actually cared about the so-called characters, shallow collections of plot-advancing mannerisms whom the above-average cast (excepting Schwimmer and Brolin, who are simply awful) try valiantly — but unsuccessfully — to invest with real weight and depth.