James Caan isn't very plausible as a writer, not as one of Broadway comedies ("Chapter Two"), still less as one of women's Gothic romances (here). But any picking of nits in this Stephen King adaptation would soon turn into a harvest. The writer conveniently breaks both his legs in a car accident, and is conveniently rescued by his "number one fan," who conveniently happens to be a nurse. The roads are conveniently blocked by snow, and the phone lines are conveniently down. The writer, besides, has conveniently begun a new career with his first "serious" novel, which he conveniently has in his possession, and the nurse is conveniently a nut. This last convenience chokes off the role's promise as a lampoon of a typical trash consumer. The movie is beautifully lit, however, by Barry Sonnenfeld, and a couple of outbreaks of sadism -- the "hobbling" scene and the final death struggle -- reach uncommon heights of it. With Kathy Bates, Richard Farnsworth, and Lauren Bacall; directed by Rob Reiner. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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