When Libby Parsons (Ashley Judd) is convicted for murdering her husband Nick (Bruce Greenwood)--whom she didn't actually kill in the first place--and sent to jail, she learns that Nick is alive and well in New Orleans. Libby patiently waits for her parole to come and then upon her release high tails in to New Orleans to gun down Nick, reasoning, and incorrectly at that, she be able to get off scot-free should she actually kill Nick since the constitutions states one cannot be tried twice for the same crime. As Double Jeopardy progressed to its moronic conclusion, cliché after cliché came flying at me like half-baked ideas at a Klan rally, my jaw hanging open with me in a state of shock that anyone, let alone trained professional screenwriters, directors and studio executives would and could expect me to accept any of scripters' David Weisberg and Douglas Cook's awful plot twists and turns. I fully expect this to be the worst movie released to video in the year 2000.