If a damsel is in distress, it doesn’t hurt if she’s been blessed with a high-swinging, heavy rack of mam, such as the twin peaks of distinction depending from the chest of big-eyed blonde Rosanna Arquette. Rosanna and her sweater melons are down and nearly beaten in Nowhere to Run (1993), but not for long. Playing a widow with a cute kid and very few resources (other than the primary two), Arquette finds herself at the mercy of merciless real-estate developers who appear to have her over a barrel. Until convict on the lam Jean-Claude Van Damme happens along and catches sight of those distressed melons. Chivalry to the rescue!