Die Rache einer Frau

If you were the father of a 17-year-old boy, would YOU hire a woman who looks like Shannon Tweed as his tutor? How can those supposedly smart people be so oblivious to the obvious? I know that nobody watches these soft-core erotic "thrillers" for the plot, but give us a break! The story here is BLATANTLY stupid, and would've been resolved in about ten minutes if only Andrew Stevens had just looked at a photograph that was in front of him throughout the movie. And how about that ending? It's so abrupt that it will leave you in a state of stunned disbelief (you'll be thinking: where did the last 10 minutes go?). As for the erotic scenes, they're only average, no better or worse than those in most Tweed flicks (although they do include a campy spanking of the teenage son!) (*1/2)

I bought this movie after reading some good feedbacks but after viewing it, I would say that it is a waste of time. The story line is average and predictable. Worst of all is the so call "Sex Scene" was so conservative and I wonder why was the movie classified under R-rated????

Scorned is a better erotic movie then most. It actually has some what of a plot. Shannon Tweed plays a woman who seduces relatives who she blames for her husbands death. She is worth watching. There are not many sex scenes like there usually is but when there are they are sexy. The last one when the boy comes over to say goodbye to Shannon is the big one. It shows them kissing on the bed with the back ground all black. He pretty much is all ready undressed when it starts out. He then lays by her and removes her clothes. Then they have sex. She is on top of him most of the time. There is lots of movement, pleasured reactions, and sexual sounds. He then gets on top of her and she wraps her legs around his butt and her bare foot moves down his leg to touch his bare foot. So see Scorned and see what you think.

This film made me laugh, and it made me cry. But the only reason I cried was because I cried laughing at it. There doesn't seem to be much of a story-line; the evil Amanda (or "the blonde one" as she shall from now on be referred to) decides to bump off an annoyingly perfect all-American family - and good luck to her I say!

The soundtrack looms overpoweringly over most of the film, drowning out a lot of the dialogue, which is probably a good thing. The movie adheres to all of the basic rules ie the heroine must investigate every strange noise in the house with no lights on, wearing her most revealing underwear.

As a suspense film, this sucks. As a comedy, it's actually quite good. The way the blonde one keeps popping up all over the place, creeping out of the shadows just to proffer cups of tea is nothing short of hilarious.

It's definitely one to watch. You'll have the time of your life just making fun of it!

"Yes, I am afraid of you. Afraid of looking at you too long. Afraid of standing too close to you. Afraid that right now I could justify almost anything," says Alex Weston, the young yuppie patriarch of the film, making the pivotal point just before he sinks his 8 ball in Amanda's rear pocket. Although he doesn't understand it yet, his Gleem-clean, Tide-sparkling, perfectly dysfunctional American family is being methodically diced like a finger caught in a Cuisineart. The horror is in its ease. Trained by ruthless advertisers selling consumerism, the Westons are so part of the circus they don't even see the greasepaint. Amanda does them a favor, really. By bringing things to a quick boil, she diverts them from the slow burn.

Sure, this film's derivative of "Hand That Rocks The Cradle". And it's a bad copy. But that's just why it's so good. In mainstream films with solid, well-acted characterization, you spend your time in motivation and visually-drawn psychology. In "Scorned", the characters are mere sticks moved by the plot, and their symbolic import becomes quickly apparant. Tweed's such a drool, you can't take your eyes off her. And that's just the point. You chide the Weston's fixation for the proverbial carrot and call it, snobbishly, a shallow root, yet you're waiting to see what Amanda's gonna wear--or not wear--in the next scene. Figure it out, Doctor. Feels like Gotchaitis to me.