Released in theaters as Gentlemen Don't Eat Poets, Grave Indiscretion stars Sting and wife Trudie Styler as a pair of servants, both with shady backgrounds, who end up working for eccentric paleontologist Alan Bates and his repressed, wealthy wife (Theresa Russell). When Bates' beloved daughter brings home a vaguely effeminate poet and presents him as her fiancée, Bates feels immediate hatred for the boy, and before long, British Gothic-style tomfoolery is afoot. Unfortunately, for a film that relies so strongly upon surprise twists to propel its narrative flow, Grave Indiscretion is remarkably predictable. Anyone without major developmental difficulties will be able to predict the following: Repressed, stuffy British people will have their hypocrisy exposed, a good deal of fornication between employers and employees will take place, dark secrets will be revealed, and finally, despite the original title of the film, a poet will be eaten by several gentlemen. Bates and Russell deliver amusingly over-the-top performances as the boozy, impotent patriarch and his randy wife, but Sting and Styler give wooden performances that make their characters seem not so much eerie and mysterious as heavily sedated. The filmmakers try to give Grave Indiscretion a much-needed boost of energy with excessively flashy camerawork, but ultimately, it's not enough to conceal the film's pronounced lack of substance.