Out to prove she's okay after a stint in a state hospital, Carol (Jennifer Jason Leigh) decides to move into dear old Uncle Fletcher's club with hopes of renovating then reopening it as a classy 40's style supper joint.  But as soon as you can say "This Old House," Carol is bombarded with bad luck. First, she's raped. Then bicycles go flying on their own through the halls. Then, the spickets really go wacko. With the Three Stooges nowhere to be found to fix the plumbing, what's a poor girl to do?

Carol calls on the mysterious Peter Coyote to help her. He may or may not be a detective.  All she knows is that he keeps appearing right after the creepy incidents occur. And Carol's starting to wonder whether the incidents are real or not.

She eventually learns, through watching some homemade videotapes, that Uncle Fletcher was a disgusting character, into S&M, group sex, and torture. But what does his past have to do with her present?

Although stylishly filmed, Heart of Midnight is unremittingly nasty and consistently pretentious. It huffs and puffs, attempting to draw parellels between Carol's sexual hang-ups and her Uncle's seedy past, and is ripe with nitwit symbolism (please send in your thesis on what the apples mean in this film). For a purported psycho-sexual thriller, Heart of Midnight is also surprisingly lightweight. You'd do better by watching Crimes of Pssion again. At least that's pretentious junk that delivers the goods.