The best version of "Clue" (citywide) is the one you're not going to get to see.
It's being released with three different endings, but only the version prepared specially for critics offers all of them, one after the other. It's a shame, because the notion that a whodunit can just as easily have one ending as another is the perfect finish for what is intended as a spoof of the genre--and "Clue" needs all the splash and gimmickry it can get.
As a butler at a great gloomy Victorian Gothic mansion, Tim Curry has an insinuating manner and an unflagging energy that are the film's strongest assets outside production designer John Lloyd's antique-filled sets. Summoned there for dinner are Eileen Brennan's fussy socialite (Mrs. Peacock), Madeline Kahn's five-time widow (Mrs. White), Christopher Lloyd's psychiatrist (Prof. Plum), Michael McKean's gay State Department official (Mr. Green), Martin Mull's blustery colonel (Col. Mustard) and Lesley Ann Warren's flashy madam (Miss Scarlet).
They're all being blackmailed, presumably by their host who presumably is this nasty tough guy, played by an aptly cast Lee Ving, the punk rock star. You can't say anything for certain about anybody or anything except that the guests have lots of secrets to hide--and that virtually everyone who comes into contact with them in the course of the film winds up dead.