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I would think that it's a monumentally bad idea to hire a tutor that looks like Shannon Tweed for your high school boy. It's obvious what happens after that.

The movie isn't so high quality, but Shannon Tweed looks very good in this film. She's out for revenge on the man and his family thats lied to and made her husband commit suicide.

As mentioned earlier, the production of this movie is mediocre, but acting of Andrew Stevens is good, and so is Shannon Tweed's. Michael D Arenz puts in a good show as well.

It's a bit exploitative film, but is a guilty entertainment as well, and is worth a watch.

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.

Scorned (1993) is one of those sleek, sultry erotic thrillers that feels tailor-made for late-night cable. It delivers exactly what you'd expect from the genre: a mix of soft-lit sex, glossy danger, and a vengeful woman who uses her body as both a weapon and a lure. The film coasts along the familiar curves of mid-90s direct-to-video erotica, but it's elevated by Shannon Tweed, who turns in a performance that walks a fine line between femme fatale theatrics and genuine emotional control.

Atmospherically, Scorned leans into its erotic thriller roots with smoky interiors, moody lighting, and a slightly over-the-top musical score that seems to cue every bedroom glance and calculated betrayal. The cinematography doesn't strive for subtlety, it revels in voyeurism, with the camera lingering on bare skin, silk sheets, and slow disrobing sequences. This is a film that knows what its audience wants and doesn't shy away from delivering it.

Tweed, ever the queen of this particular genre, carries the film with ease. She's not just eye candy here, she's a commanding presence. Her character, Patricia Langley, exudes a manipulative sensuality that holds the attention even when the plot takes some ludicrous turns. Whether seducing or scheming, she owns every scene she's in, and her numerous nude scenes are staged with an eye toward both titillation and character dominance. Her physicality is central to the film's atmosphere and is used purposefully to drive tension, seduction, and revenge.

Supporting performances are more serviceable than memorable. The male leads, particularly Andrew Stevens as the target of Patricia's obsession, play their roles with a sort of sleepy compliance. They're plot devices more than people, but that's not entirely a fault in a film like this. The direction from Andrew Stevens, who also co-stars, is competent if workmanlike. He keeps the pace taut, never letting things drag for long, and knows when to turn up the heat.

As a whole, Scorned doesn't break new ground, but it doesn't need to. It's a smooth, mildly trashy ride that leans hard into genre expectations: seduction, betrayal, and the slow unraveling of one man's life at the hands of a beautiful woman with an agenda. The film isn't trying to be high art. It's trying to be enticing, dangerous, and sexy. On that front, especially thanks to Tweed, it mostly succeeds.

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)