Desires of Innocence

Not all the late-night erotic thrillers on cable channels are created equal. Marc Greenberg's name as executive producer on a movie usually means a lot of skin and sex and most of the time at least halfway decent entertainment; but here the writing is not good, the direction is indifferent at best and the acting stinks. Those are three pretty tough strikes against a film and a few attractive women, led by Gabriella Hall, is not enough to overcome them.

The plot concerns three young female friends who go on vacation and accidentally pick up a suitcase full of money, but the pace is so slow here that the discovery isn't made until the movie is over halfway through. You probably won't make it that far without hitting the fast-forward button.

Gabriella Hall is a nice looking woman, but I'm sick of seeing her in every second softie I decide to watch. I swear, she's made more softies than Marc Greenberg has produced and when she's the best looking of a female cast; that's not good.

This film, which takes place in Mexico City, uses the story of one woman's misplaced luggage as a basis to have more of the same softie material we've seen zillions of times before. Actually, the acting isn't bad; it's the pace that's horrible. This movie crawls. It seems to take forever to end. It doesn't have any spark. That's Gabby's weakness, she just doesn't have the ability to spark a softie.

The other people in the cast are decent looking at least. Lara Nelms (in her only film appearance) reminds me of what Peppermint Patty from Peanuts will look like as an adult. Dig that crazy red hair! Otherwise, I wouldn't bother seeing it unless you need a softie to cure your sleeplessness.