annus mirabilis as an actor; the year it seemed she might actually become a full-time movie star and put her pop career second.
This gripping, if hokily plotted, legal thriller was the oddest fit for her. As a Washington DC public defender assigned to a deaf, homeless Vietnam vet accused of a high-profile murder, she struts around in her character’s drab grey suits as if she might at any point shed them to reveal a leather-and-lace leotard beneath.
What she does bring, however, is the fierce conviction necessary to pull off a ludicrous, twist-bearing courtroom monologue at the climax.
In the first of her 1987 successes, Cher had a lot of star power to compete with. She was one of the titular suburban sorceresses, sure, but so were Michelle.
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