In the Cold of the Night

Probably one of the worst films I have seen. The lead actor is a joke. He should be ashamed that this piece of "work" is in circulation. Not to mention a waste of money.

Full Synopsis Cast & Crew Related Movies In the Cold of the Night is an above-average psychological thriller, directed with superb visual style by Nico Mastorakis, but plagued by an uneven, derivative plot. Photographer Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) is very successful but begins to have frightening visions of himself murdering a beautiful woman. When he meets the woman in those dreams, Kimberly (Adrienne Sachs), they begin a highly charged romance. When Scott becomes suspicious, he finds out information which leads to a "surprise" ending. In the Cold of the Night generated a great deal of controversy when it was originally released. Despite the weak plot, the extraordinary visual style of Mastorakis, and the haunting cinematography make In the Cold of the Night a treat for fans of psychological thrillers or anyone who appreciates technique and style in filmmaking. ~ Linda Rasmussen, Rovi

I only have one thing to say about this movie, and that is that the guy sleeps on a water bed with a fluorescent light *inside* the mattress!

Say what you will about the rest of the film, that alone is one of the dumbest things I have ever seen. No wonder the guy has nightmares.

HANDSOME, blonde, romantic-at-heart, pizza-loving, thirtysomething LA photographer (with own neon sign) who specialises in swimwear shoots looking for the girl of his (murderous) dreams. Ride on over and surprise me.

Part 80s lingerie catalogue, part foreigner's Cali love letter, In the Cold of the Night probably isn't what most film buffs consider good cinema... yet, it's got everything that makes cinema good... for the right audience.

Greece's one-man-movie-machine Nico Mastorakis (had his hits and misses, but you can't say he's unambitious), made this along with a bunch of straight-to-video genre flicks in the late 80s-early 90s. For me, it's his most accomplished thriller.

A Skinemax, De Palma and Hitchcock homage (it even STARS Tippi Hedren!), it's filled with 80s style (satin sheets: check, nouvelle cuisine: check, neon bikinis: check, men's short-shorts and Reeboks: check, Venice Beach, Laserdisc... you get the idea). If you love Brian De Palma at his most indulgent (think Femme Fatale or Passion) and late-80s Italian giallo (Nothing Underneath or Too Beautiful to Die), how could you dislike this?

It even features the decade's underused icon Brian Thompson in his usual 'hunk-with-the-one-liners' role ("you ever get the desire to make it with your mother?") who looks fresh off Fright Night II. Shannon Tweed's here, too (in the waterbed), giving a surprisingly tender performance.

Adrienne Sachs (1986's Miss Brazil), looking every bit the high fashion model, takes the Deborah Shelton-in-Body Double role and carries the sexy, mysterious female lead fairly well. Jeff Lester, coming across as the poster-boy from a menswear catalogue, is likeable but wooden as the photographer weekend sleuth.

While it never manages De Palma's flair, is light on story development and lags in the middle, it's still entertaining enough to warrant a great night in - if you're a fan of the erotic thriller and want one which makes a good stab at actually being a thriller.

Make sure you've got 80s cocktails, are appropriately (under)dressed and have a camera watching over you when you go to sleep.

Like an iconic motorcycle, it's stylish and flashy but hard to maintain (although it's a great ride).

I think Doppleganger (1993), by Israel's Avi Nesher (a man whose career is somewhat similar to Mastorakis) shares a lot of this flick's lets-go-to-town DNA.

First off, the good: the aesthetics. And the women are beautiful (but not at all diverse beyond blonde or brunette, but that's par for the course.) Next, the bad: everything else. And it's yet another "erotic" "thriller" in which we're supposed to root for a main male character who threatens (or outright commits) violence against his love interest only for her to act like nothing happened. And this happens multiple times.

Movies like this are a reminder of how easy it is for some people. When you look these movies, you realize it only takes being white, blonde, with a slim waist and your career is pretty much guaranteed no matter how flat and unappealing your acting is. You very much get the feeling of them being hired for looks alone. And that's the MALE lead.

I think I keep watching these movies because, aside from nostalgia and the aesthetics, because I'm waiting to be pleasantly surprised. The movie has great clothes, great hair, stylish makeup, synth, and giant white houses, but the writing is weird and sucks, the sex scenes are bland, and the acting leaves so much to be desired. Also, the lead compliments a character for being a great "lay," but let me tell you, he himself is not. What a plank of wood, and not in a good way. Also, Shannon Tweed is a superfluous sex toy in this (even more so than usual).

I like lower-budget, non-mainstream films, but they still have to be good. This movie is not good. I fell asleep on it in the middle and woke up past the midpoint, so I missed some things, but what I saw was enough.