Wild Cactus

Wild Cactus (1993) was made by the same film crew that shot the brilliant Other Woman (1992). However this one is the opposite. What could have been another awesome film turned out to be a bore. Why didn't they just follow the blueprint to their last film? I don't know, they tried to be like all the others and it failed. Even the mandatory girl-on-girl scene was dry as the climate they were shooting in. I was disappointed with this one. I mean you have two good looking women and the film-makers just couldn't pull it off.

A waste of time. Don't go out of your way to try and find this one because it's not worth it, A shame really, it had so much potential to be a real winner. The only way I would recommend this one is if you happen to catch on Cinemax, other than that don't bother.

Not recommended.

D

Even though it has a girl-on-girl scene, don't bother because it'll only get you even more frustrated.

Wow, the unrated version of this sexually rare thriller was odd but amazing. Wild Cactus stars David Naughton and India Allen playing a young couple stranded out in the desert when they cross paths with a vicious ex con (Gary Hudson) and his girlfriend (Kathy Shower) who have on their minds some odd sexual games. Paul Gleason was good as Sheriff Brenner, his usual mean tough performance was perfect, even though he isn't involved in any of the sex scenes which to my knowledge has some of the most hot steamy scenes I've seen since Two Moon Junction or Wild Orchid. Recommended for the fans of the adult/softcore genre.

Philip and Alex Marcus are struggling in their marriage. Philip gets a research grant to spend 6 weeks in Black Rock Springs, Arizona to study desert plants. Randall Murphy gets out of jail for assault and is tracking down his ex Celeste, who put him in prison, to Arizona. He's a cold-blooded killer and picks up wild hitchhiker Maggie on the way. They rob a local gas station. Randall rescues Philip at a dive bar and he gives Randall his address. After Celeste, Randall and Maggie show up at the Marcus place.

This is not horrible as far as these 90's erotic thrillers go. The acting is second rate although Gary Hudson is a solid villain. India Allen's best assets have nothing to do with acting. There is the prerequisite nudity. There are plenty worst movies out there but I wouldn't call this good.

This film couldn't be more formulaic to its genres, those being (1) bad-guy(s)-terrorize-innocent-people, and (2) late-night-cable-T and A. Having said that, I must admit that it does so much better than average. The actors seemed to actually try, and no major character turned in a performance that he or she needs to be ashamed of. India Allen is lovely, and while no Meryl Streep, did pretty darned good for an ex-model. Gary Hudson is reliably evil. The real jewel of this film, however, was Michelle Moffett as Maggie. While some of the simulated sex was pretty cheesy, the other nude scenes were hot. I would have given this one a 5 without them...but I ended up giving it a 7.

I was completely dissatisfied with this trash. It has everything a typical movie of this sort would expect to have: terrible acting, stupid lines, and lots of nudity. I wasn't even impressed with the sex scenes. I mean give me a break - sex on the hood of a car as a train is going by! And Indian Allen getting raped by a guy and afterward kissing him on the back! And who would enjoy rubbing someone's breasts after they smeared syrup on them! How pathetic can hollywood get? Do yourself and don't waste you time with this nonsense.