11/19/1984 at 01:00 AM EST
HBO (Sunday, Nov. 18, 8 p.m. ET)
Impotence, castration, kid porn, bondage, herpes. Those are a few of the topics of discussion and dramatization in The Glitter Dome, a made-for-cable fable based on Joseph Wambaugh's comic cop novel. James Garner and John Lithgow are detectives trying to solve the murder of a Hollywood producer who was "shot on location." Margot Kidder is an actress who didn't like the dead guy because "he offered all the good parts to Meryl Streep." There are some nice lines. But there are also some overtly strange scenes: Kidder, wearing nothing more than her undies, Garner's handcuffs and a smile, writhes on the floor yelping, "I'm helpless, you filthy gorilla!"; Garner, turned off and made impotent by her flaunted fetishes, fondles his gun and says it is comforting to know that at least it "never failed to fire." (The last original HBO movie, The Guardian, had a similar obsession with such things male and Freudian, How odd.) The Glitter Dome tries too hard to be flip and cable-kinky. And though these fine stars do walk around the screen in their underwear, they never get to strut their stuff.