It's not often that Hollywood blows it with a courtroom thriller, but the trouble here is that the body of evidence isn't substantial enough to fill an episode of L. A. Law. If only it had had as many curves as its star, Madonna (dramatic actress - not), the daft dialogue wouldn't matter too much. As it is, the lack of plot is only underlined by the slowness of a film in which the story is irrelevant to sex scenes that are supposedly daring, but in fact pretty much as boring as the rest of the movie. Madonna's a 'gallery owner' (! ) who seduces men with weak hearts who fall so heavily for her intense style of love-making that they write her into their wills. The plot, such as it is, doesn't hang together for a moment, but you'll probably be too busy trying to stay awake to think about it. A lot of good people are involved: Willem Dafoe, Joe Mantegna, Anne Archer, Jürgen Prochnow, Julianne Moore and Frank Langella have very little to do but hand the spotlight to the star (whose performance is inferior to any of theirs), take the money and run. It's a bit of a trial.