Were Temporary Help a movie, which playwright David Wiltse probably hopes it will be eventually, it could be the kind of tingly genre exercise that attracts the same cult following as something like The Last Seduction or Red Rock West. Had it appeared 50 or 60 years ago, it would have had tremendous appeal in that it avails itself of the James M. Cain formula that was so much a part of the earlier film noir years. It's a sordid tale, like The Postman Always Rings Twice and Double Indemnity before it, in which a good-looking stranger arrives at a deceptively serene household where the wife harbors reasons for wanting someone to assist in disposing of her husband. But since Temporary Help h[...]