Amateurish murder mystery in which a psychoanalyst tries to smoke out a killer from the quintet of suspects in his group-therapy sessions. Any halfway attentive viewer will very early be able to solve the mystery for himself. All he will need to go on are a couple of too-long-dangling questions (where is the murder victim's mentioned but unmet girlfriend? what is the sexual orientation of the patient called Richie?) and a pair of functioning eyes. Director Richard Rush, attempting a comeback after a fourteen-year sabbatical since the much-overrated The Stuntman, may have hoped that the standard-issue sex scenes (aquabatics in the swimming pool, saxophone on the soundtrack, dreamy dissolves, and so on) would paralyze the spectator's faculty of reason, reduce him to putty in the artist's hands. Chances: slim, none. With Bruce Willis, Jane March, Lesley Ann Warren, Ruben Blades, and, impressive in the first scene and a half, Kathleen Wilhoite. (1994) — Duncan Shepherd