MPAA-rated: R (persons under 17 must be accompanied by parent or adult guardian). Jagged Edge is a popular R&B/Hip-Hop group from Atlanta, Georgia that consists of brothers Brandon Brian Casey and Kyle Norman along with Richard Wingo. With Jeff Bridges, Glenn Close, Peter Coyote, Robert Loggia, John Dehner, Leigh Taylor-Young, William Allen Young.

Set designer John Warnke, Christopher Burian-Mohr, Beverli Eagan. ДЄ Columbia Pictures release of a Martin Ransohoff Production. And CloseвЂ™s bizarre need to play chambermaid in a house that has more servants than Buckingham Palace. Close is glowing but daft, and the usually splendid Coyote is reduced to good tailoring, a snarl and a glower.Д¬ome to think of it, perhaps the inanities of the plot will get to you a little before the lobby. In a cast of hard-working performers, three stand out: Bridges (the nuances of whose performance are best studied in two visits) John Dehner, marvelous as a judge whose presence is the very embodiment of the decency of the legal system, and Robert Loggia, giving vivid life to that weary cliche, the gruff but sewer-mouthed investigator. When threatened bodily, when faced with incontrovertible evidence of a murder, the last person Close thinks of calling is a cop. For someone in the legal system, the woman can be a decidedly dim bulb. For her part, this grandstanding moralist seems not to blink an eye at BridgesвЂ™ behavior even though her rules are that he must be innocent or else she drops the case. We know Coyote will stop at nothing Bridges bounces back from his marital tragedy in record time, ready to put the moves on Close. But killing your wife in a way that looks like a visit from the Manson family would be unthinkable. Peter Coyote is convinced that this is exactly BridgesвЂ™ canny thinking: that people might suspect a husband and sole heir of simple murder to take over his wifeвЂ™s publishing empire. And no fingerprints except the womenвЂ™s and BridgesвЂ™.Дist. There is menace, an awful attack and butchery strong enough to brand the hooded killer as a real psychopath. Screenwriter Joe Eszterhas (вЂњF.I.S.T.,вЂќ вЂњFlashdanceвЂќ) gets down to the violence within the first four minutes, and itвЂ™s ghastly stuff: a fatal hunting-knife assault on Jeff BridgesвЂ™ newspaper heiress-wife and her maid, alone at the family beach house. So we open with San Francisco in all its muted, magic-hour beauty, stocked with publishing-empire heiresses, swinish tennis pros and catty mistresses (or would-be mistresses), private stables and private clubs as backgrounds for violence. вЂњJagged EdgeвЂќ is an upscale roller-coaster ride, set in what the romance-novel trade likes to call the playgrounds of the privileged. It may be no later than the theater lobby that rational thought takes over and the questions come tumbling out, but by that time director Richard Marquand has done what he set out to do-worked you over thoroughly. Shocked, intrigued, confused, unnerved and finally snapped right back in your seat with fright, but held all the way. It vanishes from the memory like an old grocery list, yet while youвЂ™re in it youвЂ™re caught. вЂњJagged EdgeвЂќ (citywide) is really something.

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