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Let's face it, Shannon Tweed is not a great (or even necessarily a good) actress. The title says it all: It's another example of Tweed's stock in trade: The grade-C erotic thriller in which she packs a piece---always a big phallic firearm---and then gets the hots for another kind of piece, and eventually takes her clothes off. Everything else is just an attention-getting device to keep you watching between the sex scenes. Even if you cheerfully accept these limitations, this turkey is a cynical cheat on the viewer. Tweed was 43 when she made this movie, and like Renee Russo, she has a fabulous body for her age, but it is still a fabulous 43-year-old body. So if you're an over-40 former Playmate who insists on making movies with nude sex scenes, either be honest, like Helen Mirren, and do them yourself or quit the business. Don't use a body double, which she so blatantly does in this flick. If the number of porn sites on the Web featuring over-35 "hotties" is any indication, there's a market for films with middle-aged women who get naked.

The bad guy, John Enos, has one of the least photogenic screen personas I've ever seen. He elicits no cinematic interest whatsoever and he and Tweed have essentially no on-screen chemistry. They are just going through the motions. Why anyone would think the Tweed character would develop an itchy-koo for him is beyond me, except that Enos, although not really that similar in features to Tweed's squeeze Gene Simmons, somewhat resembles him in physique and complexion. Maybe that's why Tweed chose Enos. Whether he resembles Simmons in other ways is something I have no idea about. (Let's not even get into Gene Simmons's public persona and what it says about Tweed's taste in men that she has been with him for years.) And it's somehow oddly appropriate, considering this movie, that in the IMDb photo galleries, Enos is seen accompanied by Traci Lords.

This flick is strictly desperation time.

Shannon Tweed strikes again in this thriller about the murders of high-priced escorts. She is the cop on the case, and begins getting an itch south of the navel for her prime suspect (John Enos). The red herrings are laughably obvious and the several sex scenes are all exactly the same (woman on top with lots of jumping and shouting). Even worse, Tweed opts this time to use a body double. This is a movie that fails to satisfy on just about every level.

"Dead Sexy" is as far as I remember Shannon Tweed's last soft core sex movie. The truth is that the plot is kind of entertaining but the sex scenes truly let me down.

It's rumored that Shannon used a body double in her only sex scene which is by far, the worst she has done. It's like a copy of her infamous "Singapore Sling" sex scene but this time, with minimal sleaze or anything.

The other women, apart from Shannon, are really hot! Specially Holly Sampson, Mary Shannon, and the always sexy Nancy Vee. Unfortunately, their sex scenes aren't as steamy as expected.

Stay away from "Dead Sexy" because if you are looking for sex it will let you down.

I really tried to like this one and after the opening sequence which features a sex scene, I thought this was going to be good... sadly, it didn't. Among Tweed's worst if not the worst of them all.

A low budget Basic Instinct clone (as if we needed another one), this vehicle for ageing soft-core star Shannon Tweed (43 and looking it) features far more sex and nudity than Verhoeven's classic erotic thriller, but none of the style (you don't say!).

Tweed plays detective Kate McBain, whose latest case—the murder of several blonde-haired call girls—takes a dangerous turn when she goes undercover and becomes physically involved with the prime suspect, billionaire Blue Dresden (John Enos). As Kate 'investigates', she becomes convinced of Blue's innocence, her suspicions falling upon her police colleagues (seasoned detective Rackles, played by Sam Jones, and young hotshot Billy Trainer, played by Eric Keith).

Flatly directed by Robert Angelo, with perfunctory performances all round, Dead Sexy is an unremarkable thriller that treads water between several uninspired soft-core sex scenes. Even the most die-hard fans of Tweed will be disappointed, the star employing a body double for her romp with Enos.

Back in the 1990s, blonde actress Shannon Tweed was a mainstay of late night cable television. After the success of the psycho-thriller sub-genre, in particular BASIC INSTINCT, B-movie producers were desperate to get a slice of the proverbial pie by doling out their own low budget erotic thrillers, invariably starring one of half a dozen actresses who were happy to strip for their craft.

Shannon Tweed was the best known of these stars, a pneumatic blonde who displayed some measure of acting talent which was rare for this sub-sub-genre. DEAD SEXY marks the final erotic thriller she made; her advancing years and a general public dissatisfaction for the stale genre saw tastes move elsewhere. Invariably this film is a disappointment, lacking the finesse of an Andrew Stevens production, feeling instead like a cheap cash-in on a once popular market.

Tweed plays a detective investigating a series of murders in which call girls were thrown off high buildings. Her investigation leads her into the clutches of a rich playboy (John Enos III) called Blue, a guy who's the main suspect. She has to literally go to bed with him in order to find out the truth, and of course there are the requisite twists and turns along the way.

Tweed is the best actor in this film, which is saying something. The years have been kind to her, and even if she doesn't parade around naked anymore then she still packs a attractive punch. The less said about Enos the better, although viewers are treated to a slumming-it Sam J. Jones (FLASH GORDON) playing Tweed's partner. As a whole, though, the thrills are non-existent, the plotting is very poor, and the sex scenes are a complete waste of time, no better than filler material. You'd be better off checking the films that came out ten years before this to see the genre at its finest.