JURASSIC INC.
By PATRICIA SELLERS

(FORTUNE Magazine) – If you trekked with 86 million other Americans to Jurassic Park, the top-grossing movie of 1993, and now go to see Disclosure, the newest Michael Crichton novel-cum-film to hit the multiplex, you may notice a common theme: Do not touch the predatory animals.

In Disclosure the jungle is the workplace- specifically, the Seattle office of DigiCom, a manufacturer of advanced computer peripherals. The cybersaur is Meredith Johnson (Demi Moore), who arrives from DigiCom's Silicon Valley headquarters to take charge as the new boss in Seattle. All legs and claws, Johnson lures earnest operations manager Tom Sanders (Michael Douglas), a former flame, to her office for an after-work glass of chardonnay. He obliges her desire for a shoulder massage. Disclosure promptly turns trashy, presenting inter-office carnality in raunchy, lurid detail.

The rest of the movie purports to be about the issue of sexual harassment, with the typical roles flipped: How do you handle a woman who sexually attacks her subordinate and a man who momentarily responds to her advances before screaming, "No!"? Who violated whom here? Don't look to Disclosure to give serious answers, much less to offer lessons about how to handle harassment in your company.

See Disclosure for what it is: a glossy, preposterous thriller. It's fun to watch Michael Douglas, who apparently likes playing squirmy sexual prey. And it's fun to see director Barry Levinson's recasting of Hollywood's evil-corporation clicha. He trowels it on with the help of an ingenious set that is supposed to be DigiCom's headquarters-an enormous atrium enclosed by glass-walled offices, providing privacy for the powerful and exposure for the weak. It looks like no headquarters I've seen, but it's a feast for the eyes, the star of the show in many ways. In the end, though, the movie is as realistic and consequential as the dinosaurs that tramped Jurassic Park.