A pretty but unstable young woman has a one-night stand with a man, but when she realizes that he doesn't want the long-term relationship that she does, she becomes unhinged and sets out to ... Read allA pretty but unstable young woman has a one-night stand with a man, but when she realizes that he doesn't want the long-term relationship that she does, she becomes unhinged and sets out to ruin his life.A pretty but unstable young woman has a one-night stand with a man, but when she realizes that he doesn't want the long-term relationship that she does, she becomes unhinged and sets out to ruin his life.
Joey Silvera
- Richard
- (as Buck Wuzz)
Desiree West
- Janet
- (as Jo Jo Gumm)
John Seeman
- Oscar
- (as Jeff Box)
Dianne Galke
- Kris
- (as Dy Anne)
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- TriviaThe major difference between the two DVD versions is that the After Hours' video omits entirely the opening scenes of star Joey Silvera going to various bars, beginning the film claustrophobically in one of the interiors for the first sex scene. The Something Weird version includes the setup footage.
- ConnectionsSpoofs Play Misty for Me (1971)
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Eastwood riff, poorly executed oddball porn
Using Clint Eastwood's PLAY MISTY FOR ME as its template, this haphazardly made hardcore porn film is not without interest, based on the oddity of its plot twists. Since the genre was often headed towards the now-boring "wall-to-wall sex" format, this at least is watchable as an almost-real film experience.
For some reason two home-video companies have seen fit to reissue this one-day wonder on DVD, Something Weird Video and After Hours Cinema (latter the raunchier sibling label to Seduction Cinema). Since I'm the first to review it on IMDb, one can deduce a certain lack of interest out there in preserving it for posterity, the revival undoubtedly spurred by the anonymous filmmakers' (only "a De Soto film" credit appears mysteriously at the end) failure to copyright the contents.
Before the film devolves to the usual cheap interior "sets" (a couch and a mattress is about it), we are introduced to Richard wandering around presumably San Francisco, going to various bars and night spots as indicated by a montage of their marquees. It's good old Joey Silvera (billed as "Buck Wuzz"), comfortably playing an unsympathetic guy who (like Clint in the original) is a heartless womanizer, though in this opus he gets punished rather than dishing out his usual macho roughness towards womankind.
The director does not include any transition shots or scenes, so without further ado he's chatting middle-Warhol-period on a couch with the unappealing Kris (ample breasted shorty Dianne Galke billed as "Dy Anne", sporting a severe Irish lilt if not accent to her way of speaking). Kris declares she's not interested in drink or music and refuses to talk about herself, so at an improvised verbal impasse Richard reaches out and grabs her breast. Her reaction telegraphs the goofiness of this flick, as she responds by reaching out for his crotch, and nature takes its course. Even odder is her toting a revolver, which takes Richard aback, but with the prospect of sex, he quickly ignores this aberration.
The sex scene is scored oddly to Kris Kristofferson country-folk style music (perhaps because the anti-heroine is named Kris?). When she seems to have moved in the next day, waking him up with groceries and an offer to cook & serve breakfast in bed, Richard is gruff and practically throws her out of his place, claiming "I don't want an old lady".
He's next seen on a pay phone calling Janet, telling her he's tired of playing the field and wants a permanent relationship with her. Their subsequent sex scene is scored to a French ballad. Janet is played by black adult star Desiree West (billed as "Jo Jo Gumm"), and refreshingly the interracial relationship is not alluded to at all in the "screenplay". Film really goes off the rails when Kris phones Richard while he's making love to Janet, he doesn't answer but leaves the phone off the hook (not to be disturbed by it ringing again) and Kris masturbates as she hears the sounds of sex.
Richard gets mad when Jessica Walter-style Kris possessively visits him, and next thing you know she's trying to make him jealous my making love to Oscar (played by that prematurely balding porn stalwart John Seeman who vaguely resembles John C. McGinley, billed here as "Jeff Box"), phoning Richard again to make him listen to her having sex, while taunting him.
All the while Kris keeps whipping out her revolver, which Oscar tolerates somewhat apprehensively. Film climaxes abruptly with Richard and Janet awaking handcuffed together, Kris holding them at gunpoint in a Sadean scene right out of PHILOSOPHY IN THE BEDROOM, as she orchestrates various sexual acts. At one point she nearly penetrates Janet with her gun barrel, foreshadowing the famous Elmore Leonard-meets-Abel Ferrara scene in CAT CHASER.
Film ends cryptically with Kris carefully wrapping the fornicating duo in a blanket, neatly tying it up, and she leaves triumphantly.
This farrago falls into the familiar movie category of "insulting the audience", a Brechtian format perfected by Jean-Luc Godard and little commented upon by critics. With the past decade or two's revival of so many thousands of "disreputable" titles there is a condescending attitude by their video distributors (and also by the so-called, self-appointed "film historians" paid like whores to write laudatory liner notes for the VHS and DVD covers/booklets) towards the original audiences for this material. They forget that serious film buffs (and I'm one of them) have had an independent streak and traditionally consumed all sorts of cinema, not just "all bad" or "all pretentious". I find it comical that the pseudo-sophisticated latter-day taste mongers, who were too young to view earlier decades' films first-run, are just as insulting as the untalented filmmakers who cranked out this material in the first place.
Both sets of boors like to look down their noses at the audience. In the '70s I was a drive-in devotee (no hardcore permitted, as neighbors would object), not a porn house maven watching Triple X rated stuff, but I'm coming to the defense of film buffs of all stripes, in-door as well as out-door. And when I was a professional film critic for Variety throughout the '80s, I never addressed the audience as "slobs", "wankers" or "raincoat brigade" but treated them with the utmost respect. And unlike these current know-it-alls, I was unafraid to tell a big shot filmmaker to get out of town (see my very negative pre-release reviews of GHOSTBUSTERS and von Trier's ZENTROPA) or praise a previously ignored potboiler (e.g., THE LOVE BUTCHER).
For some reason two home-video companies have seen fit to reissue this one-day wonder on DVD, Something Weird Video and After Hours Cinema (latter the raunchier sibling label to Seduction Cinema). Since I'm the first to review it on IMDb, one can deduce a certain lack of interest out there in preserving it for posterity, the revival undoubtedly spurred by the anonymous filmmakers' (only "a De Soto film" credit appears mysteriously at the end) failure to copyright the contents.
Before the film devolves to the usual cheap interior "sets" (a couch and a mattress is about it), we are introduced to Richard wandering around presumably San Francisco, going to various bars and night spots as indicated by a montage of their marquees. It's good old Joey Silvera (billed as "Buck Wuzz"), comfortably playing an unsympathetic guy who (like Clint in the original) is a heartless womanizer, though in this opus he gets punished rather than dishing out his usual macho roughness towards womankind.
The director does not include any transition shots or scenes, so without further ado he's chatting middle-Warhol-period on a couch with the unappealing Kris (ample breasted shorty Dianne Galke billed as "Dy Anne", sporting a severe Irish lilt if not accent to her way of speaking). Kris declares she's not interested in drink or music and refuses to talk about herself, so at an improvised verbal impasse Richard reaches out and grabs her breast. Her reaction telegraphs the goofiness of this flick, as she responds by reaching out for his crotch, and nature takes its course. Even odder is her toting a revolver, which takes Richard aback, but with the prospect of sex, he quickly ignores this aberration.
The sex scene is scored oddly to Kris Kristofferson country-folk style music (perhaps because the anti-heroine is named Kris?). When she seems to have moved in the next day, waking him up with groceries and an offer to cook & serve breakfast in bed, Richard is gruff and practically throws her out of his place, claiming "I don't want an old lady".
He's next seen on a pay phone calling Janet, telling her he's tired of playing the field and wants a permanent relationship with her. Their subsequent sex scene is scored to a French ballad. Janet is played by black adult star Desiree West (billed as "Jo Jo Gumm"), and refreshingly the interracial relationship is not alluded to at all in the "screenplay". Film really goes off the rails when Kris phones Richard while he's making love to Janet, he doesn't answer but leaves the phone off the hook (not to be disturbed by it ringing again) and Kris masturbates as she hears the sounds of sex.
Richard gets mad when Jessica Walter-style Kris possessively visits him, and next thing you know she's trying to make him jealous my making love to Oscar (played by that prematurely balding porn stalwart John Seeman who vaguely resembles John C. McGinley, billed here as "Jeff Box"), phoning Richard again to make him listen to her having sex, while taunting him.
All the while Kris keeps whipping out her revolver, which Oscar tolerates somewhat apprehensively. Film climaxes abruptly with Richard and Janet awaking handcuffed together, Kris holding them at gunpoint in a Sadean scene right out of PHILOSOPHY IN THE BEDROOM, as she orchestrates various sexual acts. At one point she nearly penetrates Janet with her gun barrel, foreshadowing the famous Elmore Leonard-meets-Abel Ferrara scene in CAT CHASER.
Film ends cryptically with Kris carefully wrapping the fornicating duo in a blanket, neatly tying it up, and she leaves triumphantly.
This farrago falls into the familiar movie category of "insulting the audience", a Brechtian format perfected by Jean-Luc Godard and little commented upon by critics. With the past decade or two's revival of so many thousands of "disreputable" titles there is a condescending attitude by their video distributors (and also by the so-called, self-appointed "film historians" paid like whores to write laudatory liner notes for the VHS and DVD covers/booklets) towards the original audiences for this material. They forget that serious film buffs (and I'm one of them) have had an independent streak and traditionally consumed all sorts of cinema, not just "all bad" or "all pretentious". I find it comical that the pseudo-sophisticated latter-day taste mongers, who were too young to view earlier decades' films first-run, are just as insulting as the untalented filmmakers who cranked out this material in the first place.
Both sets of boors like to look down their noses at the audience. In the '70s I was a drive-in devotee (no hardcore permitted, as neighbors would object), not a porn house maven watching Triple X rated stuff, but I'm coming to the defense of film buffs of all stripes, in-door as well as out-door. And when I was a professional film critic for Variety throughout the '80s, I never addressed the audience as "slobs", "wankers" or "raincoat brigade" but treated them with the utmost respect. And unlike these current know-it-alls, I was unafraid to tell a big shot filmmaker to get out of town (see my very negative pre-release reviews of GHOSTBUSTERS and von Trier's ZENTROPA) or praise a previously ignored potboiler (e.g., THE LOVE BUTCHER).
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