If you were the prosecutor in the case against Madonna's film career, this Razzie-winning Eszterhasian thriller manqué might be your Exhibit A. (Exhibit B would then have to be Swept Away.) Audiences were smart enough to stay away, even though two minutes had been snipped from the film to earn it an R-rating. Perhaps they had already gotten to know the Material Girl's material well enough from her photobook, Sex, which had been released only months earlier. —KS