| The title character, played by Anderson, is the sexy young wife of Thierry (Reinhold), a poet-turned-businessman, who has become bored with her husband since he gave up his artistic career. Enter Thierry's old friend Johnny (Cage), an artist who embodies the loose artsiness that Thierry used to have. Zandalee and Johnny have an affair, and the rest of the film is spent with Zandalee going back and forth between guilt over betraying her husband and her supposedly uncontrollable lust for Johnny.
I was extremely disappointed with this film. The story is boring and the slow tempo doesn't help. I think that the director was going for a kind of exotic, foreign-film kind of feel but the whole thing just came off as pointless, pretentious, overdramatic crap. Too many of the lines are so artsy and philosophical that it's laughable. Moments of high drama are funny. Cage's New Orleans accent weaves in and out and his acting is way below par. Reinhold and Anderson's performances weren't any better. None of the characters are sympathetic and I found myself caring more about how soon the movie would end than who sleeps with who and in what position. To make matters worse, there seem to be characters in this movie who serve no purpose whatsoever, and the ending of the film totally came out of left field and left me confused. Zandalee is an uninspired cliché of a film masquerading as art.
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