Another truly great bad film which desecrates the Hitchcock tradition. This flick starts out innocently enough as the head cheerleader (Denise Richards) accuses the guidance counsellor (Matt Dillon) of raping her. Then the artsy-gothic- reject- girl (Neve Campbell) steps forward and corroborates. Then Matt Dillon gets acquitted and settles out of court with cheerleader girl’s parents for a big buttwad of cash. Then we find out they’re all sleeping together. Then we find out the police (Kevin Bacon) are in on it, too. And the Lawyer. And Santa Claus.
This movie seems to be from the “If we have enough plot twists, no one needs a personality” school of filmmaking. Since everyone is plotting against each other (and the only motivating force in this movie is money,) everyone gets to look evil and greedy. They should have just given them all long moustaches to pull on.
You will probably enjoy watching Neve Campbell pull her own teeth out with pliers, as well as her poolside catfight with Denise Richards that turns into a love scene ten seconds later. (Meanwhile Kevin Bacon is watching from the potted palms. Are you listening, Playboy Channel?) There is also the macho sexual tension between Kevin Bacon and Matt Dillon that nearly culminates in a naked fistfight. But the main attraction of this film is probably to see Neve Campbell shed her fishnets and black eyeshadow for a speedo and blonde wig. See, money really can make anyone beautiful. You won’t get bored picking on this film. Overall, I give it an A for cheese.
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