Rob Lowe is well-cast as a yacht-racing captain/gigolo on the East coast conspiring with a sniveling con-man to get rid of a sheltered heiress worth millions; however, the role isn't even one-layer deep, not requiring much from the actor, who is photographed in a series of dreamy movie magazine close-ups. "Masquerade", an 'original' from screenwriter Dick Wolf, plays like an elongated novella: a gauzy, posh potboiler rather than the Hitchcockian murder-mystery it would like to be. Meg Tilly does fine in an illogical role, John Glover once again works wonders as the proverbial hissable villain, but the other performances fall short. The movie, too, for all its mechanical twists that attempt to ratchet up the suspense, slides quickly from the mind, almost before it's finished. ** from ****
Review of Masquerade
