Color of Night (1994)
Color of Night opens as a seemingly serious and intriguing thriller, with Bruce Willis surprising with a for him unparalleled display of emotion. Perhaps we should have taken that as a warning sign, but the ever dependable Scott Bakula helps keep the looming illogicalities at bay, and then Jane March appears like a fantasy nymphet even beyond Michael Douglas' wildest dreams (and reach). At that point, whatever plot has been presented or developed is put on hold for half an hour, just so that Bruce Willis can enjoy her on our behalf. That puts the "erotic" in front of "thriller" with a bang, but the thriller-part soon transforms into an absurd mash of psychology cliches which are every bit as implausible as the so-called mystery in the plot is predictable. In the end it all gets so campy that the filmmakers can't help but embrace the comedy of it all - they know they'll have to descend into ridicule to be able to wrap this up. Remarkably, young Jane March manages to squeeze an impressive out from all her character's nudity and silliness.