Hysteria28
This is one of those b grade soft core flicks from the nineties that prevents one from climaxing even after the movie has finished. I came across this feature as there was nothing else that interested me to watch.The main plot revolved around a late night radio host who talks to lonely frustrated women. On one night a stripper is mysteriously killed after spending time with the DJ. He decides to uncover the truth behind the murder and clear his name with a female accomplice. This leads the pair in to the seedy underground of strip joints and brothels.Firstly this is not one of those movies that one writes home about as I predicted the ending even before the movie had finished. One factor that constantly irritated me was the use of lighting. There were white lights in almost all the scenes. I could not help but appreciate the female cast as there were some hot women in the movie. With some soft sex scenes and mild tintilation, the movie sustains the viewer's attention. However it is a shame that the cast seemed to sleep through the whole time and appeared to look uninterested with what was going on.
walterlv
Unlike 99 percent of the "after-dark" films out there, this one actually has a plot and is actually watchable without the steamy sex scenes, which are also very good. The acting is decent, the cast is not bad (David Carradine), and the girls attractive. Pleasantly surprised.
lez_friend
One of the better B-flicks from soft-porn director A. G. Hippolyte, involving a framed radio host and a few questions. The story is just simple enough to be acceptable, and sets the scene for some well-crafted short sexual encounters. A few that stand out involve the underrated, under-used Tracy Tweed; a ride-em threesome; and a sweet brunette. It would have been nice to see some more realism and thought put into the authenticity of the lesbian club - it was a bit false. Pure eye candy, but the good kind.
BlackJack_B
Probably my most favorite guilty rental before Showgirls came out; Night Rhythms is lurid fun. Martin Hewitt plays Nick West, a sex-talk radio host that claims to LOVE all women. Strangely, he's never seen in this movie with anyone who ISN'T at least halfway gorgeous. If Kathy Bates or Peggy Rea tried to make a move on him, would he live up to the claim? Anyway, he helps women who are unlucky in love, mostly by providing free sex-talk for three hours a night. Of course, he also gets male callers who take shots at him as well. He also deals with his jealous producer, played by Gregory Dark favorite Delia Sheppard.Well, one night, a woman by the name of "Honey", played by Tracy Tweed (sister of Shannon) calls his show with her sob story, but later on, shows up in the studio. He tells the producer to put music on while they have a "philosophical discussion", which leads to whoopee. Unbeknownst to West, someone has turned the radio frequency back on, and the listeners hear them having sex, but then, they hear Honey being strangled to death. West is knocked out, and when he comes to, he sees Honey's corpse, and he flees. The rest of the movie is about West clearing his name of the murder. Of course, on the way he has time to make love with just about anyone who'll help him, providing she's female and good-looking.The movie is very steamy and erotic, with lots of gorgeous women, and a few OK ones. The best one is Deborah Driggs, who plays West's ex-stripper friend Cinnamon, who helps out the most with his plight. The aforementioned Ms. Tweed burns up the screen in her short appearance, and the lady who works as a masseuse is primo. Sam "Flash Gordon" Jones, who plays a detective chasing West, and veteran actor David Carradine, who plays a shady strip club owner, add some name power.This is a pretty good film in the genre, probably the pinnacle of Gregory Dark's soft-core films. Mirror Images 2 and the first two Secret Games movies are great stuff as well.
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