Demi Moore has no one to blame but herself for this tiresome botch of a crime comedy: Director/writer Andrew Bergman ( HONEYMOON IN VEGAS, IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU) has a proven flair for screwball humor, and you can still discern traces of the lighthanded romp STRIPTEASE might have been if Moore hadn't reshaped the project to accommodate the formidable dimensions of her ego. Erin Grant, a strong-willed single mom who strips to survive, is a secondary character in Carl Hiaasen's novel, but Moore moved her front and center, inflating the role with endless close-ups, syrupy scenes of mother-daughter bonding and three rather awkward strip routines. (Hiaasen's hero, here played by poor Armand Assante, gets about five minutes of screen time.) Comic relief -- and we do mean relief -- is intermittently supplied by Burt Reynolds as a wet-brained congressman whose obsession with Grant leads to murder and mayhem. Otherwise, it's all about the vaunted unveiling of Demi's breasts, which should be of keen interest to 15-year-old boys. The rest of us will be far more intrigued by her quite visible stretch marks -- welcome and poignant evidence of a superstar's indelible humanity.