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Neither director William Friedkin nor star David Caruso could redeem this vulgar, nasty script by Joe Eszterhas. Caruso is a politically ambitious assistant D.A. investigating the gruesome murder of a San Francisco bigwig. Too many clues point in the direction of his former girlfriend (Linda Fiorentino), a shrink who has a secret sideline as call girl to the rich and kinky. For good measure, she's now married to Caruso's best friend, Chazz Palminteri. Friedkin has done much better work in other places; even he can't perform much magic here, though he tries, with a solid car chase (that suffers in comparison to those he staged in
French Connection and
To Live and Die in L.A.).
--Marshall Fine
Writer Joe Eszterhas's follow-up to his "Showgirls" fiasco is every bit as hopeless, and this time he takes some good actors down with him. David Caruso plays a prosecutor investigating a gruesome murder, which may have been committed by an old flame (Linda Fiorentino) who has since married a tough defense attorney (Chazz Palminteri). The story is ridiculous: the victim, a millionaire, collected pubic hair from his conquests, and one such specimen-from a woman named Jade-intrigues the detective, who searches for her and learns that her sexual specialty was ... Eszterhas should get a grip. So should the director, William Friedkin, who provides not one but two car chases through San Francisco (now, there's a novelty) in the hope of pumping in some energy. Nothing that he or the actors try builds suspense or makes any sense. Eszterhas may be fixated on money, power, and sex, but his scripts are cheap, humorless, and limp. -Bruce Diones
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