Pulsions interdites

Jeff Conaway is a long way from his TAXI and GREASE days but he is the best thing about this slow-moving erotic thriller which features pretty decent sex scenes. Hippolyte was on a role in the early 1990s with his chain of erotic thrillers featuring more dialogue scenes and non-penetration sex scenes to disguise the pornographic tones that he would normally suggest as Gregory Dark. Nonetheless, this one is probably the best of his series. And don't forget to watch Dick Van Patten's son, Nels, embarass his father by repeatedly ordering Delia Shepperd to "Say my name! Say my name!!" 4/10

"Mirror Images" is another softcore romp from Gregory Dark, the so called "Scorsese of B-movies". Do I even need to tell you that the protagonist is a neglected housewife of a powerful politician, who is putting all his energy into his career, and none into pleasing her?

Neglected housewives are soft porn's stock in trade.

The movie also features an early performance from Penthouse pet and b-movie siren Julie Strain.

An unusual twist is the inclusion of a rock band, and some glamour girl who dances on stage with them - the sister of the neglected housewife. These movies almost always take place among corporate executive types.

I guess the politician in the movie has reason to be focussed on his career. He apparently thinks that pornography is an acceptable way to advertise his campaign, and so doubtless must pay close attention to do damage control when it blows up in his face.

The bored housewife disguises herself as her sister, who, as a twin, is of course her polar opposite. The twin seems to return the favour (I think) and they both start having sex with each other's partners.

As if this wasn't enough, there's also a serial killer on the loose, running around with a mask on to hide his identity from people he's going to kill anyway.

I generally appreciate the way that the neglectful husband in these movies is generally shown to be a good guy, only "neglectful" because he's trying to make a better life for his wife and him. In "Mirror Images", though, there's really no attempt to make him likeable.

A director as limited as Dark shouldn't have gone for the old "identical twins switch identities" plot line. This would be confusing enough. Here it is so confusing as to be tiresome. You don't know who you're supposed to be watching.

There is a lesbian scene with Julie Strain which is surprisingly brief, and skimps on the nudity. It will be disappointing for any fan of hers.

John O'Hurley, known as J Peterman on "Seinfeld", has a small role, but even he, a wonderful comic actor, can't inject any life into the proceedings.

This is actually one of the more tedious straight-to-video erotic thrillers I have seen. It's impossible to care enough about the plot or even to try to follow it, and long stretches of the movie seem pointless.

Typically for '90s softcore, it ends seemingly without resolution. You only know it's over because the credits start rolling, not because the plot has been resolved. Unusual, though, that I was happy that that meant I didn't have to watch it any more.

This is one of those thriller type films that I only wanted to see for the chance of some good nudity or sex scenes. I remember there are a couple of good moments, no lesbians or anything, but some very good nudity content. Obviously I pay no attention to the story that is meant to be going on in this film and I don't know any of the actors or actresses. But I still become attracted to the woman in this film with her gorgeous body, that I unfortunately can't remember. Maybe if I saw this again I would remember just how much I probably liked this film. But for now, I'll just say that it probably is a very good film filled with some good nude and sex sequences. Good!

'Mirror Images' was one of the first T&A flicks I picked up off a video store shelf as a young man. It's not hard to see why. The movie box told you what you were in store for and they weren't lying I'll give them that. However this didn't deliver like I wanted it to.

A tepid story of a bored, rich housewife fulfilling sexual fantasies at the dark end of the street care of her runaway stripper twin sister doesn't go anywhere exciting or noteworthy. It's b-movie 101. Typical story aside, the sex didn't make any impact and that's saying something.

Delia Sheppard as the dual roles provides skin as does total babe and genre mainstay Julie Strain, but this isn't explosive stuff. You can catch John O'Hurley (Yes, I'm J. Peterman) in an early role as the main police detective. While adult hardcore director Gregory Dark filmed this under a pseudonym which was fashionable back in the day.

Bottom line. You're not here for the story. You're here for the nude bits, but there's much better found elsewhere. A standalone sequel followed a year later featuring Shannon Whirry and another take on the twin sis formula which was much better where it counts.

This film's script tells a tale of identical twin sisters, played by Delia Sheppard, who have little to link them other than appearance, and of how one must pay for attempting to usurp her sister's place when the latter disappears. Kaitlin, although unhappily married, has wed into wealth and resides in a mansion; meanwhile, her sister Shauna is a stripper in a sleazy bar who mysteriously tells Kaitlin she needs money with which to immediately leave town. Kaitlin impulsively takes Shauna's place during the dark hours and soon discovers that everything is not quite all right with her sister's life style, which includes sexual and drug excess. While she more or less frolics, complications abound, including murder, and Kaitlin becomes increasingly aware that her nocturnal impersonation does not provide compensation for the difficulties with which she must deal. This scenario wobbles about as it is merely an interstice for the doffing of garments by Sheppard and others preparatory to thrashing about in various sexual liaisons, one or two of which might possibly have something to do with the plot, such as it is. There is nothing fresh here as one illogical scene follows upon the other far too slowly, to the viewer's discomfort, with the abysmally poor dialogue and tiresome exposure of flesh merely resulting in an example of softcore pornography, and that devoid of any real eroticism or any other purpose.