Night Rhythms

Gregory dark has directed quite a number of these erotic thrillers and in this one he delivers the goods. Nick West (Martin Hewitt) is a late-night radio host whose reputation for his sexy talk show has earned him legions of fans but also some enemies so when Nick is heard having sex with female fan Honey, (Tracy Tweed) on-air, his listeners are shocked when the moaning and groaning turns into choking and croaking. Nick goes on the run and with his barmaid girl friend Cinnamon, (Deborah Driggs) he has to trawl the sleazy haunts in search of clues.

This all leads to some great sex scenes, not forgetting of course the early scenes of a couple of his female fans pleasuring themselves as Nick seduces them over the air. The sex scenes are hot and feature girl/girl as well as a hot scene with Nick and Cinnamon. David Carradine also appears as Vincent, the psycho club owner - there's no Kung-Fu grasshopper here. However, it is the erotic scenes that viewers will be watching for and with the great eye-candy on show, this is one of the better films of the genre.

The second of three T&A flicks I sat thru in a row using a radio concept for lust, mystery & murder, 'Night Rhythms' is decent. From hardcore director Gregory Dark (under a pseudonym) it's got not only the female nudity you want, but good camera work and a lite but fun tale.

DJ Nick West (Martin Hewitt) hosts a popular late night call-in show as his audience is largely lonely or mistreated women. When horny caller Honey (Tracy Tweed, sister to Shannon) shows up in studio, he sends his female producer Bridget (Delia Sheppard) home and they get sexy. Then Nick wakes up and she's dead with no idea what happened. On the run from cops, psycho strip club owner Vincent (David Carradine) he gets help from a few ladies including bar owner Cinnamon (Deborah Driggs) to clear his name.

Poised up against a microphone in a dank, low light radio studio with his pack of smokes filling the air, a sip of booze and with the right sounding voice Hewlett nails his role. You grant him the indulgence of sleeping with random but always helpful beautiful women. Won't build the story up into something it's not - the nudity is very much the focus - but this title has atmosphere unlike many of it's low budget peers. Julie Strain has a bit role as a caller, Delia gets naked once.

With stops that include a strip club (no shock), a strippers pad (ditto), sex in a bar, sex with a masseuse as a potential lead, 'Night Rhythms' is everything you think it is but done with some style. A heavy saxophone score goes into overdrive and the whole thing shot well due to director of photography Wally Pfister before he went onto bigger films.

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.

I saw the R-rated version shown on cable. Actually this film wasn't nearly as bad as most of this sort are. The plot had some interest, although also some holes. The ending was fairly predictable. David Carradine certainly was slumming. Anyway, this movie is about a couple of radio people, a sex-talk show host and his producer. This being a soft-core porn film, the actors were very attractive, even though my understanding of radio is that it is populated by those people too ugly to be on TV. The actresses were beautiful, although obviously silicone-enhanced. The sex scenes were fair, but I understand from another source that at least 17 minutes of this film were cut for this format. That's an awful lot of soft-core simulated sex for one movie. I'll have to try to watch for the uncut version.

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.