The result may be flimsy, but it goes out and grabs you from the start. The curtain of this well made erotic thriller rises on a violent love scene involving a sumptuously built blonde (whose body doesn't quite resemble any one of the three main suspects) who pounds up and down on her lover, ties his hands to the bed posts and pounds up and down on his head with an ice-pick. Gets your attention, right? Enter detective Michael Douglas, who interviews the victim's mistress (Sharon Stone), a foul-mouthed, done-it-all millionaire authoress who's written a book detailing just such a murder. Double bluff? Maybe. But you won't need two guesses to forecast Douglas falling heavily for his shapely suspect. You may not even be sure whodunit at the end, for the film is pretty good when it remembers to concentrate on the plot. Douglas, Stone and Co snap, snarl, smoulder, smooch, have sex and keep straight faces, all in the cause of melodrama.

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