And screenwriter Paul Attana- sio ("Quiz Show") adapts Michael Crichton's best seller with a very high quotient of wit, as clever and amusing dialogue abounds.

However, there is an early indication that logic is not going to be this film's strong suit, as Douglas rushes to an important meeting and his daughter asks what that is around his neck. "It's a necktie, sweetie," Douglas replies. OK, so computer executives in Seattle don't wear neckties - but his daughter's never seen one? Has she been kept in a closet? Story machinations go downhill from there and you will, from time to time, find yourself asking, "Why didn't he just . . . ?" or "Why would she . . . ?"

But if you can turn off your Vulcan circuits and ignore illogical loopholes, "Disclosure" generally delivers the goods.

The film's top performances come from Maffia and Goodall, wonderful in supporting roles that brim with the film's best dialogue. Also good is standup comic Dennis Miller as one of Douglas' co-workers, though he virtually disappears during the film's second half. Douglas is also quite good in the lead, though he knows this role a bit too well by now.

The film's single worst element is Moore, and it's probably not her fault. She's strapped with a role that is all "type," a superficial femme fetale with no story to tell. Her character is the film's ultimate cheap shot, and if the reverse sex discrimination plot doesn't bother you, her character certainly will.

But director Barry Levinson ("Rain Man," "Avalon," "Bugsy") knows how to tell a story, even one as simplistic as this one. And he successfully builds suspense where there really shouldn't be so much. If Douglas were running for his life - instead of his job - it couldn't be more gripping.

"Disclosure" is rated R, primarily for that sex scene. There is also some profanity and vulgarity.