A courtroom drama built around the charge that Madonna’s body is a deadly weapon with which she ‘fornicated’ a man to death, this showcase for the singer-thesp as femme fatale is more silly than erotic.
The ever-self-inventing one plays the g.f. of a rich older man with a heart ailment who is found dead after a night in the sack with her. That he’s left her $8 million and had cocaine in his system points the finger of guilt straight to the ‘cokehead slut’ – as the man’s secretary (Anne Archer) calls her.
Defense attorney Willem Dafoe makes the unforgettable opening argument that, ‘It’s not a crime to be a great lay,’ but soon discovers that Madonna isn’t into old men exclusively. Dafoe just can’t say no and the pair’s several sex bouts are the film’s main action set-pieces.
Trial begins a mere 20 minutes into the story, and most of the running time alternates between courtroom testimony – much of it racy – and Madonna-Dafoe face-offs.
Decked out in a short platinum blonde haircut and fancy clothes that easily rip easily, Madonna has little trouble passing as a predatory tramp whose credo would seem to be, ‘I f—, therefore I am.’ Dafoe holds his own manfully. Portland locations give the pic’s exteriors an appealingly wet, cool feel.
[On homevideo and outside the US, pic was distributed in an uncut 101-min. version.]