It's easy enough to describe Madonna's body as a deadly weapon, but could you prove it in court? The Material Girl finds herself accused of murder after her wealthy, aging lover keels over in the throes of passion - making the gallery owner/dominatrix an instant millionaire. When Willem Dafoe steps in as her legal eagle, sparks (and hot candle wax) fly, bringing new meaning to the phrase "attorney-client privilege." If all court cases involved this much extracurricular hanky panky, we'd stop trying to get out of jury duty.