Disclosure is a thriller about a computer executive played by Michael Douglas who is raped and then blackmailed by Demi Moore. She wants to give him a hummer. He lets her a little, and then he cries and flees the room. Then lawyers get involved, and she starts lying about what happened. Eventually, she admits to what she's done in a "You need me on that wall; you can't handle the truth" style oration which proves she's perjured herself, and which in turn, totally blows her defense. Besides providing a big plot point, her speech is supposed to make the audience question modern sexual roles. The result ends up being a somehow more ham-fisted and unfortunately funnier take on one of the main themes that Being John Malkovitch also tackled.

Then the movie gets really silly. The two of them work for a computer company that does virtual reality stuff. Unsurprisingly, the VR stuff is hilarious. Disclosure came out in 1994, right in between the two other notable mainstream VR movies: 92's Lawnmower Man and 95's Virtuosity. All three movies thought way too much about the possibilities that VR offered at the time. Even now, its full limit of usefulness is experienced in the expensive games at Dave and Busters. In Disclosure there's a ridiculous scene with Michael Douglas and Demi walking around a virtual marbled temple-type place, with Douglas spying on Demi deleting files. So we're to believe this company has gone through all the hassle of developing software and hardware that allows you to go into a 3 dimensional world so you can take things out of file cabinets and delete them? You can already do that with Microsoft Explorer, a mouse, and the trashcan icon! Actually you don't even need the trashcan. You can just use the delete key.

Point is this: Disclosure is another thriller where the audience is subjected to Michael Douglas having sordid sex with a crazy woman. So it's pretty much another Basic Instinct or Fatal Attraction, except this time with a horrible virtual reality element to it. Zounds.