This one is said to be a thriller It's kind of slow, with lots of filler A businessman and social pillar Is actually the Thumbprint Killer
He's not as nice as he appears Receiving all the Chamber's cheers His alter ego soon ensnares The man who'd quit for two long years
Soon he's back in his routine As smooth as any oiled machine A couple, kinky and obscene Soon make a bloody murder scene
Detective Atwood's on the track Now she knows the killer's back She'd like to take another crack Before his next well-planned attack
Other sub-plots soon emerge Each has some problems they must purge So even though he fights the urge Eventually all things converge
Some parts are better than the whole Demi's back and in control Costner's perfect for the role Except for bits that Marshall stole
Though you may sometimes feel it plodding You'll never, ever, feel like nodding And by the end, without my prodding You may even find yourself applauding