The best Michael Crichton works have a clear concept backed by clever pacing and hugely clever research. This one has a muddy concept. Models are dying because... something to do with subliminal advertising. The hero is a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon, un-interestingly played by Albert Finney. He's invested because some of his patients were the models. So? Why not have him framed for the deaths? Or just have a cop do it.
James Coburn is the big baddy. Susan Dey is winning as the model whose life is in danger I'm not sure why.
Crichton's direction of action-thriller scenes is at times laughably bad - the opening bit where a model dies. A dull car chase. Finney and Dey poking around a facility. Finney in a cop's uniform.
There's some style and clearly some brains - it's just confusing. Would've been better as a book.
Some nudity including Dey is the highlight. Finney feels miscast.