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. This was a book that dared to address sexual discrimination against men in the workplace, from that man who wrote the thing with all the dinosaurs. Also in the s, Michael Douglas was riding high. And if the handling of the potentially complex sexual politics hasn't left you with a dated feel by this point, then the filmmakers get the virtual reality set out and really go for it. She did a good job. On the day she starts her new job and meets Tom again for the first time in a while, it's within minutes of screentime that she's turning into a bit of a pantomime villain. Crichton, whether you like his writing or not, would have at least invested the characters with enough shades of grey to make what follows interesting. Teasingly, with one line at the end, they throw in a taste of just how good Demi Moore's character could have been. The next day, she accuses him of sexual harassment, and his life and career seem about to be destroyed. No nudity was required. In fact, you horny little strumpets, it is a combination of all of these things, paired with one of the most awkward sex scenes in erotic thriller history. There are problems on the assembly line that may jeopardize a merger. Meanwhile, Douglas expects a promotion - and is shocked to learn it will go instead to a former lover named Meredith Johnson Demi Moore. Blockbusters tend to work with one or three stars, but never really two. Off the back of Basic Instinct, he was Hollywood's go-to guy if they wanted someone to have sex while wearing a jumper. In other words, for hundreds of thousands of dollars, busy executives can do the work of file clerks.