Dixie Ray: Hollywood Star

In the early 80's I worked for a Greek theater owner and learned to run the projector's...I only say this to qualify my comment. One of his places was a porn parlor and I worked there part time.

It's called murder baby is an edited version of the xxx movie Dixie Ray Hollywood Star. Anyone that takes the time to look up any of the actor's besides Cameron Mitchell will learn that they were pretty much the hottest porn stars and starlets of that time. Of all the porn I saw working in the biz that was and to me still is the best porno flick ever. I'm kinda biased though because I love the 40's noir genre, but all in all it was great for what it was. Hardcore XXX with a real storyline.

I purchased and viewed the X-rated version of this movie first and foremost because Cameron Mitchell was in it (he's always been a favorite of mine) and secondly because I was looking for some private viewing movies that were made with some amount of intelligence. This one was a jackpot! It has a real story with a beginning - middle - and - end! Something X-rated without the three minute viewing capacity of your normal male person (I am of the female species). Though I have since found many SENSUAL movies that can make me tingle from head to toe without any X-rated content, this particular movie was one (and I do mean one!) that I found to be well thought out and put together. (No complaints on John Leslie either, if you know what I mean!)

Shame on the majority of you for giving this disappointment a perfect "10"! Movies like this aren't instantly judged by the appearances of hot, spicy bare-breasted lesbians including Dixie Ray, who do anything but give you plenty of wet dreams! That's the considerably bad aspect of IT'S CALLED MURDER, BABY, which deserves some credit for recreating those mystery / film noirs of the 40s. While it wasn't expensive, the acting, characters, and make-up were pretty real in comparison. Explicit sexuality was the number one reason a few folks got to enjoy this, and along with some profanity, it creates a whole new and different twist to the vintage setting. Broads strip off whatever means possible to make American Movie Classics an embarrassing image. Trouble is, though, that these contents (along with the high-res film quality) disintegrate the moods and feelings of a classic translation of a 1940s feature film, making this another nudity-filled sleaze outing from the 1980s! It all doesn't come together!