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Hot and Bothersome

Though hooey on harassment, Disclosure knows how to entertain

Adapted from Michael Crichton's bestseller about sexual harassment and office intrigue in a high tech Seattle computer company, Disclosure is a lavishly photographed, smartly acted, superbly directed piece of hooey.

Director Barry Levinson, who gave us such upper-middlebrow entertainments as Bugsy and Rainman, and screenwriter Paul Attanasio, whose script for Quiz Show was the finest written by an American since Raging Bull, labor mightily to bring sense and sensibility to the story. They come very close to making it seem sophisticated and respectable and fair-minded. But the veneer of wit is about ten pixels deep.

Michael Douglas plays the hero, Tom Sanders, a rising executive at DigiCom, a company set to merge with a larger high tech firm that lusts after its CD-ROM technology. Tom has given his all to DigiCom and has every reason to expect a promotion -- one timed to coincide with the merger. But the closer he gets to judgment day, the less sure of his fate he becomes. It's soon obvious to Tom that he was never seriously considered for promotion, and that everybody in the office except him knew this.

Into this atmosphere of mistrust comes the person who actually gets the promotion: Meredith Johnson (Demi Moore), a dark-haired woman with a cool demeanor, a sharp tongue and a determination to keep rising to the top of the corporate heap. She and Tom were lovers once. When she invites him to her office after hours to celebrate her achievement and talk shop, he has mixed feelings.

Once Tom is alone with Meredith, she all but rapes him -- treating him to one of the most enthusiastic rounds of oral sex ever seen in commercial cinema, then demanding he have intercourse with her. He flees. She's enraged. "Come back here and finish what you started!" she yells after him.

After a little soul-searching, Tom decides to hire a lawyer and pursue sexual harassment charges against Meredith. Meredith, no dummy, has already done the same. The middle section of Disclosure, which pits these two strong-willed people against each other in a corporate kangaroo court, is the smartest and most entertaining stretch of sexual-political hysteria since the first half of Fatal Attraction.

Though there's never any doubt in our minds what really happened -- we did, after all, see it -- refreshingly, the movie teases out every iota of juvenile macho swagger in Tom's character. In touches both obvious and subtle, Disclosure indicates that while Meredith's behavior could never be considered excusable, she's not solely to blame for it. We're invited to view her as the Machiavellian spawn of a sexually dysfunctional business world.

At least, that's what Disclosure does with Meredith some of the time. But because her character isn't drawn with the same warmth and complexity as the hero, she never becomes more than a caricature of a castrating bitch. She's cold and sexually voracious, using her body to gain advantage over men and her animalistic mind to hold on to what she gets. Every other character is granted at least one moment of sympathy, but Meredith feels like a cartoon projection of a company man's neuroses and desires -- a wet dream who can get you fired.

I don't doubt the story's central premise -- power corrupts no matter the gender of the person who wields it -- but I can't help suspecting that a powerful woman would abuse her authority sexually in a very different manner than a man. The demonic way Meredith jumps poor Tom feels false. It points to a failure of imagination and nerve, and it undermines any serious points about sex and power the film intends to make. (It's even suggested that Meredith physically overpowered Tom. "She probably spends an hour a day on the Stairmaster," a supporting character points out helpfully.)

In fairness, though, a large part of the problem might be Demi Moore's performance. Although she clearly revels in the idea of playing a strong, intimidating femme fatale (and the film sets unreasonably high expectations by showing us a televised clip from Double Indemnity), Moore is too transparent to give the part the energy it requires. Unlike Linda Fiorentino, who sashays through The Last Seduction with such gusto that she brings a moldy black-widow stereotype to dizzying new life, Moore is so brittle and clumsy that she actually makes her character feel less believable than she appeared in Crichton's book. (It also might have helped if Moore wasn't dressed and coifed to resemble a Vargas girl -- and if Levinson didn't linger over her cleavage and buttocks and bobbing skull in the Head Galore scene as if directing a lost episode of The Red Shoe Diaries.)

And there's one note in the script so discordant and sleazy that it probably shouldn't have made the final cut. Meredith's monologue during the sexual harassment inquest is full of the sort of excruciatingly genuine details you rarely hear outside of rape trials. The film treats her obviously faked tears as ultimate evidence of her villainy, which leaves a nasty narrative aftertaste. The scene says, Women get men all hot and bothered, see, and they trick you into thinking it's okay to have sex with them, then they change their minds the next day and cry rape. It's a pat on the back to date rapists everywhere.

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