The talented Phil Joanou helms a great-looking film with great-looking people that's impossible to understand. Richard Gere plays a psychiatrist who becomes involved with Heather (Kim Basinger), the sister of a patient (Uma Thurman). Heather's husband (Eric Roberts) is a vicious gangster who could also use some therapy. Medical ethics are once again transgressed for a stunning woman, and those who listen carefully can hear Gere's conscience exploding when he sees Basinger for the first time. It's difficult to tell whether this ridiculously over-the-top film is intended as a parody of Hitchcock's Vertigo (1958) or as a homage. In any event, thanks to the sumptuous art direction of the brilliant Dean Tavoularis and the photography of Jordan Cronenweth, the look of the film is as seductive as its characters. The same cannot be said for the ersatz Bernard Herrmann caterwauling of George Fenton's score. The failure of the film marked the beginning of the slide of the young director's career, one of the most inexplicable phenomena in recent film history. Despite an instinctive sense for the plastic elements of film he has been unable to connect with a decent script, a condition one hopes will be remedied by time.