Bristling with expensive, production-designed amorality, it offered the pounding beat of Blondie performing 'Call Me,' the image of Julian's closet bursting with Armani clothing - the movie helped launch that brand in America - and the sight of Gere dishing up the first full-frontal nude scene by a male star in a studio film. As it mixed potboiler material with ideas of religious transcendence, the film was often silly.
