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"Disclosure": Pure Cynicism
By Roger Ebert
The Chicago Sun-Timest`
Disclosure" contains an inspiring terrific shot of Demi Moore's
cleavage in a Wonderbra, surrounded by 125 minutes of pure goofiness leading up to, and
resulting from, this moment. Advertised as the first movie about the sexual harassment of
men by women in the workplace, it is an exercise in pure cynicism, with little respect for
its subject - or for its thriller plot, which I defy anyone to explain.
The "theme" is basically a launch pad for sex scenes. And yet
the movie is so sleek, so glossy, so filled with Possessoporn (toys so expensive they're
erotic), that you can enjoy it like a Sharper Image catalog that walks and talks.
The film takes place inside the Seattle research and development
headquarters of a vast high-tech corporation. The male employees have not had their
consciousness raised. ("I definitely have lift-off," one says, after Demi Moore
walks by).
Michael Douglas plays Tom Sanders, an executive involved in the
manufacture of "Corridor," a virtual reality database. There are problems on the
assembly line that may jeopardize a merger.
- Corridor is some software program, all right. Users stand in the center of a network of
light beams that track their movements. They wear a headset that creates the illusion that
they are wandering the corridors of a Greco-Roman temple lined with filing systems. They
reach out a hand, and files come into view, which can be searched and accessed. In other
words, for hundreds of thousands of dollars, busy executives can do the work of file
clerks.
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- The company is about to be acquired by a larger firm, and the boss (Donald Sutherland)
stands to make $100 million. So he doesn't want to hear any bad news about Corridor.
Meanwhile, Douglas expects a promotion - and is shocked to learn it will go instead to a
former lover named Meredith Johnson (Demi Moore). The day she gets the job, she calls him
to her office for a 7 p.m. conference, pours his favorite wine, and segues directly into
an attempted rape.
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- He fights her off (although not without being tempted long enough, of course, to let the
confrontation develop into a satisfactory movie sex scene). The next day, she accuses him
of sexual harassment, and his life and ca reer seem about to be destroyed.
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- OK. That part you already know, from the publicity surrounding the Michael Crichton
best-seller that inspired the movie. And of course there are office hearings and
confrontations as the company tries to get to the bottom of the charges without allowing a
public scandal. Douglas is defended by a bright, high-powered attorney named Catherine
Alvarez (Roma Maffia), who is the subject of one of the movie's cleverest lines:
"She'd change her name to `TV Listings' to get it in the paper." But things look
bad for him until he starts getting anonymous tips via e-mail, and another level of
conspiracy is revealed.
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- A lot of that is obligatory material in thrillers about sex and conspiracy in the
corridors of power. What's unusual this time is the Nancy Drew stuff: Evidence obtained by
means so lame and unlikely, we laugh even while it's happening. What are the odds, for
example, that Michael Douglas could overhear Demi Moore's evil schemes by eavesdropping
outside an exercise room, where Moore climbs a Stairmaster while helpfully, and loudly,
divulging her secrets to a henchman? And what about the plot's answering machine gimmick -
a textbook deus ex machina?
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- Without these contrivances, there would be no way for Douglas to defend himself, or for
the plot to advance. The anonymous e-mail messages from "A Friend" are not very
helpful, and (as it turns out) could easily be tracked. Late in the film, some sort of
labyrinthine scheme involving the Sutherland character is hinted at, without ever becoming
clear; it's a distraction, because there are references to things that are not explained.
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- "Disclosure" loves its high-tech look. The corporation occupies offices where
every wall is made of glass, and lives are lived in public. There's a lot of computer
stuff in the movie, which makes us feel clever, unless we know anything about computers,
in which case, it makes the movie feel dumb. (How likely is it, database fans, that a
corporation would trust all of its records to a prototype of new software?) There's a neat
scene where Douglas dons the virtual reality headpiece and goes hunting through the files,
while his enemies materialize in the cyberspace behind him. Looks great. But techheads
will be rolling in the aisles.
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- As the movie started, I expected a sexy docudrama about sexual harassment. What I got
was more of a thriller and whodunit, in which the harassment theme gets misplaced. Too
bad, since the best scenes involve the attorneys for Moore and Douglas, and especially the
scenes where Douglas' attorney sets out in chilling detail what a lawsuit is likely to do
to his life. There's also an intriguing subplot involving Douglas' relationship with his
wife (Caroline Goodall).
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- Much could have been made of this material. Much has been made of it. But not the same
much.
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