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REVIEWS, Page 71CINEMAA Pop Star Crosses Over
By RICHARD SCHICKEL
TITLE: THE BODYGUARD
DIRECTOR: Mick Jackson
WRITER: Lawrence Kasden
THE BOTTOM LINE: The suspense is mild, the sexual heat is
low, but Whitney Houston's screen debut has its charms.
She is an insolent kitten, a whimsical promise of claws
and cuddles. He is a Doberman in a nondescript suit, a deadly
compound of wariness and instant reactions. Less fancifully,
she's Rachel Marron (Whitney Houston, playing what she is, a pop
diva crossing over to the movies, though it's unlikely that she
will be up for an Oscar the first time out, as is the fictional
Rachel). He's Frank Farmer (Kevin Costner), reluctantly signed
on to provide security for her after death threats have been
received.
It is a nice mismatching of characters, the kind that
movies have always wanted us to believe leads inevitably to
love. It's a nice mismatching of star images too -- Ms.
Sinuosity and Mr. Straight Arrow. And it works pretty well.
Lawrence Kasdan's script gives Rachel a messy life: the band
rehearsing in her living room, members of her entourage
wandering in and out, a son lonesome and looking for a father
figure. In contrast, Frank has no life at all: an underfurnished
tract house with the mail piling up at the front door, no
visible friends or light-minded interests. We know, before they
do, that this man and this woman were made for each other.
But the situation is not particularly well developed. The
question of who may be stalking the celebrity is not posed in
a riveting fashion, and the two or three menacing sequences are
isolated passages, not integrated into a steadily tightening web
of suspense. Director Mick Jackson is good with show-biz hubbub,
but the good idea of having the killer make his move at the
Academy Awards ceremony is vitiated by the sequence's cramped,
tacky design.
Nor do Houston and the ever tactful Costner generate much
sexual heat. But the shy, tentative quality of their
relationship is appealing, and the sense she projects of a woman
befuddled by sudden stardom has authentic sweetness. You can't
say Houston storms the screen, but she is winsome and vulnerable
-- a lady taking a first step on what may turn out to be a
well-paced long run.