Lawrence Kasdan writes and directs this 80's Film Noir which is respectfully presented in slightly soft lighting. The overall storyline is by no means new to Hollywood — Femme Fatale takes advantage of overly-arrogant and naive male, but the summation of the elements within the film become more personal than some Film Noir originals of the 30's, and expands on the genre, providing more grit, realism, and...sex.

Ned Racine (William Hurt) is a man who enjoys being single, is adventurous and riske, and flirts with the court system as a local defense attorney in Florida, having shady characters for his clientele. After coming out from a beachfront bar, Ned sees Matty Walker (Kathleen Turner) walking down the aisle of a band shell performance, and can't help but make himself known. She's sexy. She's hot. She's witty. She's extremely attractive...and she's married. But this doesn't stop Ned.

After Matty accidentally spills a cherry snow cone on her clinging white dress, Ned quickly scrambles into a near-by restroom to get a few paper towels of possibly having a chance at wiping the snow cone off Matty's dress. He comes out of the restroom, only to discover Matty is gone.

Bummer.

Of course, Ned is keen on hunting down his prey, and just so happens to find Matty in a bar the following night. What follows is a steamy affair, and Ned just can't get enough. But there's a problem. Matty's husband.