Rushes Perfect

Question: Can a movie about an earnest but occasionally snaky reporter doing a sociological investigation of health clubs (Are they "the singles bars of the '80s"?) support a sober inquiry into journalistic ethics? Short answer: Are you kidding? Long answer: Check out the movie imperfectly titled Perfect, in which John Travolta is, as usual, miscast, this time as the journalist; Jamie Lee Curtis is rendered grim by the unaccustomed effort of thought; and Director James Bridges (who wrote the script with Aaron Latham) proves he has no rhythm. As a concept in search of a plot, the picture will infuriate those who come for the jiggles and giggles while offending those dear souls still foolish enough to seek high-mindedness at the movies in the summer.