Masquerade, set in the Hamptons among the genteel with their weathered mansions and racing yachts, is like many poor-little-rich-girl stories; a beautiful backdrop and dreamy settings aren’t enough to compensate for uninvolving characters caught in an unsuspenseful scheme.
Meg Tilly’s womanizing, drunkard stepfather (John Glover) is in on a plot with Rob Lowe who, unbeknownst to her, is intent upon securing her hand in marriage so that he and his buddy will be set for life.
In the beginning, Lowe is a rake, the cocky captain of the racing boat Obsession while at the same time making it with the boat owner’s much younger wife (Kim Cattrall). Tilly’s just out of a Catholic women’s college, innocent and apparently chaste.
It seems the Hamptons is not the bucolic haven it’s cracked up to be. The police take their oath as peace officers to hearts # that is, not upsetting the influential and wealthy community that pads the wallets for off-duty cops moonlighting at ritzy parties.
That leaves the snooping to an eager rookie (Doug Savant), seemingly wanting to protect the interests of Tilly, the girl he’s always loved, as she takes the fall for a murder she didn’t commit.