Somewhere between Remington Steele and James Bond, Pierce Brosnan had a little lull in his career... that is, if you can call eight years a lull. Made in the dead center of that lost decade, Brosnan turns in a lifeless, blood-drained performance in Raw Heat, a tepid psychological thriller that feels borrowed from such films as Fatal Attraction, Basic Instinct, and Color of Night -- the worst parts of each.

Stop me if you've heard this one before: Female psychiatrist (JoBeth Williams) finds herself falling for a tall, dark stranger (Brosnan), only one of her crazy patients (Virginia Madsen) claims that stranger is actually a madman! Do you believe the rich, sexy widower or the nutcase who keeps showing up when fires are started and blood is thrown all over your kitchen.

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