The movie is ingenious in the way it surrounds its essentially crass subject matter with a camouflage of romantic scenery.

Indecent Proposal is as relentlessly entertaining as it is silly--so shamelessly over the top that you watch in a mixture of horror and delight as the drama unfolds toward a climax that is truly mind-boggling.

Mr. Lyne's films may not cast any new light on the human condition, but they do keep you glued to the screen.

The performances are alright enough but the casting was a bizarre choice and it's just not strong enough to carry the premise.

Indecent Proposal starts out kinky and turns into a languid-and shockingly banal- domestic soap opera.

Once the setup is over, however, Indecent Proposal starts to fall apart, with the implausibilities and contrivances getting worse with every passing minute.

As sexist propaganda, the film is shameless.

He's obsessed with the physical details instead of the human emotions. The actors are really just part of the scenery.

Lyne has the stylized talent of a soft-core pornographer; he choreographs his movies like languorous sex scenes.

Because director Adrian Lyne takes all this so slowly and seriously, Indecent Proposal is an inadvertent comedy. As such, it is much funnier than "Honeymoon in Vegas", which tried in vain to be funny about the same idea.

With some movies, though, it's just the opposite. Like this one. It's a whole lot easier to forget than to forgive.

The movie is hardly in a position to chastise Gage for his empty soul when its own style is one of numbing, desolate slickness.

This is one of those high-concept pictures with a big windup and weak delivery.

Redford's Gage is so busy being exquisitely sensitive and polite he neglects to project any energy, and without it the crucial morning-after part of the movie gradually collapses under the weight of its own self-importance. [07 Apr 1993 Pg. F1]