Fair Game (1995)

Fair Game is the kind of mid-’90s action thriller that doesn’t pretend to be subtle—it just grabs you by the collar and keeps sprinting, stacking chases, crashes, and explosions with the cheerful momentum of a roller coaster that never quite returns to the station. Set against a sweaty Miami-and-beyond backdrop, it pairs a tough cop (William Baldwin) with a lawyer caught in the crosshairs (Cindy Crawford), and the movie’s pulpy, high-gloss vibe makes every close call feel like an excuse to top the last one. Steven Berkoff’s villain brings a sharp-edged, old-school menace that helps the mayhem feel pointed rather than random, even when the film leans into its B-movie swagger. If you’re looking for realism or restraint, this isn’t it—but if you want a fast, loud, unapologetically trashy action ride, it delivers exactly that.

Fair Game wants to be a slick ’90s protector-on-the-run thriller with big stunts, a glamorous lead, and a relentless bad-guy squad closing in. The problem is the script is so clunky and illogical that tension keeps deflating into “wait, what?” moments, and the dialogue often lands with the subtlety of a brick through a windshield. Cindy Crawford’s star presence is the point, but her performance and the film’s awkward chemistry don’t carry the story the way the movie needs them to. If you’re craving smart action or believable suspense, skip it; if you can enjoy dumb, noisy set pieces and don’t mind rolling your eyes for 90 minutes, it may scratch that guilty-pleasure itch.