Started as a sequel to Jagged Edge though not written by Joe Eszterhaus. Instead of Glenn Close and Robert Loggia there's Theresa Russell and Burt Reynolds - who aren't quite the same. Reynolds is very good, though this was one of the series of flops that killed his career. Russell tries and is okay - she's beautiful, poised, all that, but doesn't have Close's warmth. Maybe if Sally Field had played it...
The film has little sex in it. Russell lives with bond salesman Ted McGinley who we meet stripping down to take a nude jacuzzi.
The movie is directed by Crichton without inspiration - there's no style, flash, power. The blocking is ordinary.
But the most crucial problem is the story. Jagged Edge had two core relationships - Close was in love with her client Jeff Bridges, and had a father-son relationship with Robert Loggia. There's no core relationship here. Some flirtation. That's it.
I got confused who was a suspect.
I didn't care. No sex. Dull violence. No atmosphere. No wonder Crichton gave up directing.
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