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There were a few good things about this crime/thriller made for TV film but the negatives outweigh the positives unfortunately. By that I mean that this 1990 period piece is very much dated by both the lame acting and the "trying way too hard" jazzy suspenseful music score in the background permeating throughout the entire film.

I actually started laughing when I saw Homicide Detective Nick Gentry exercising by punching away at a punching bag in his apartment flat then placing his bruised hand in a pitcher of ice water. Why was that funny? Well it is what he did after taking his hand out of the pitcher of ice water. The sweaty and shirtless Detective Gentry raised the pitcher of ice water and drank from it and then just as if from a scene from the 1983 film Flashdance the wet chair dance scene, he pours the water all over his head and shirtless chest. I will have to call this scene over the top and not fitting in with the story line at all.

Yes, a young Nicollette Sheridan in a skimpy bikini is easy on the eyes and worth a look at this made for TV film as is actor Robert Davi's performance as Harry Hamlin's detective partner. The story line of who killed Ms. Sheridan's wealthy husband is a bit of a head scratcher but the love/hate relationship between the two lead actors, namely Hamlin and Sheridan and that annoying jazz musical score I had enough after the first 20 minutes of the film.

I give the film a barely pass rating of 5 out of 10 IMDb rating.

A friend described this as la verguenza de Hollywood - the shame of Hollywood.

The dialogue is worse than cliched, Hamlin's acting is awful, the action drags.

This is definitely not the worst movie I have seen, but I still would not recommend it to anyone. Actors were bravely doing just OK, but the totally unbelievable, seen-this-million-times-but-rarely-this-badly-written plot and really cheap settings made sure this movie never really got off and the god-awful soundtrack with neverending sax torturing gave it coup de grâce.

Honestly, 4 stars is too many, but I wanted to be generous. Deceptions was not what I expected. This was the slowest-moving and most yawn-inducing film I've seen in a while. Even a physically attractive lead actor (Harry Hamlin) wasn't enough to keep me engaged. And that's unusual for me, because I love eye candy, but the acting was so melodramatic, and the plotline was so weak, that I found myself not even caring to know what the resolution of the story was. Harry Hamlin is a cop named Nick Gentry, who, along with his partner, Jack 'Harley' Kessler (Robert Davi) are investigating the murder of a man killed by his wife (Nicollette Sheridan), a socialite who spends her days walking around the house in a bikini, in what appears to be a home invasion. It's no surprise when her and Nick sleep together. Instead of remaining objective, he lets himself get hypnotized by her looks. How stupid is it for a cop to have sex with the suspect? The loopholes and inconsistencies are annoying. Not to mention, once the characters start making self-destructive moves, I'm done. If you ask me, the whole film seems to have been made just for the cast to show off their bodies. Granted, it is labeled as erotic, but I need more than that if I'm watching a mystery/crime drama. It's okay if you're looking for something mindless to watch. But if you want a solid storyline, multi-dimensional characters, or anything deep, I would suggest looking elsewhere.

this movie quickly declares itself as a did-she or didn't-she detective mystery. i am not so sure about the plot, but it is worth contemplating and it has its distinctive moments (which is not easy when there are so many similar plots out there). the movie has that shot-in-l.a. look that makes it seem cheap even if the visuals are well conceived. director reuben preuss shows obvious talent. the real surprise is that nicolette sheridan can act. she is cast as "a walking wet dream" and even if you are not immediately captivated by her luscious looks, she quickly wins the viewer's affections with an intelligent portrayal of her character. there is one scene, in a hotel room, where ms. sheridan shows great strength, and one wonders whether BEVERLY HILLS NINJA is a fair place for such a capable actress to be plying her trade. robert davi also turns in a strong performance. harry hamlin is not my idea of a leading man. but he does not grate, and he wins for his role sufficient sympathy to keep the movie going, even if the script calls for an inhuman number of emotional twists from his character. the actor's guild should put a limit on the number of turnabouts that the writers can demand of a character. if you want to claim that this movie doesn't hold a candle to BASIC INSTINCT, ask yourself what this very capable crew might have done with a bigger budget, darker sets, and a little more time to work out the story line.