"Details" reminds me of the type of movie that was popular in the mid-2000's: every character is just a bit off. Tobey Maguire plays a obstetrician, Jeff, who's addicted to porn; his wife is cheating on him; his neighbor sniffs basil; his female friend gets him high in her husband's vintage car then they proceed to have sex...you get the idea. It's one weird tangent after another. Jeff engenders little sympathy in viewers up through the scene where he tries to buy off the cuckolded husband, Frank (Ray Liotta), who puts in a powerful performance during their confrontation.
Maguire's character makes an attempt to change his ways at this point by donating a kidney to his sick buddy, Link (Haysbert). That leads to a second powerful scene(in the church), but not until after the healed buddy kills Jeff's "unreasonable" pregnant neighbor. Sounds complicated, I know.
The church scene gets cut off way too quickly, though, IMO (like a sudden fade-out during a killer guitar solo). The movie hurries back to safer ground with the final scenes playing out in domestic "bliss." Jeff and his wife lay their secrets on the table and decide to stay together and not go to the authorities "for the good of the children."
It's all so absurd. Wasn't there a police investigation? Surely, Jeff's name would come up in that he was the dead woman's next door neighbor and her obstetrician. Oh well. The movie tries to walk the tightrope between farce and drama. Apart from a couple of scenes with Liotta and Haysbert, it felt much closer to farce.