Night Rhythms

Gregory dark has directed quite a number of these erotic thrillers and in this one he delivers the goods. Nick West (Martin Hewitt) is a late-night radio host whose reputation for his sexy talk show has earned him legions of fans but also some enemies so when Nick is heard having sex with female fan Honey, (Tracy Tweed) on-air, his listeners are shocked when the moaning and groaning turns into choking and croaking. Nick goes on the run and with his barmaid girl friend Cinnamon, (Deborah Driggs) he has to trawl the sleazy haunts in search of clues.

This all leads to some great sex scenes, not forgetting of course the early scenes of a couple of his female fans pleasuring themselves as Nick seduces them over the air. The sex scenes are hot and feature girl/girl as well as a hot scene with Nick and Cinnamon. David Carradine also appears as Vincent, the psycho club owner - there's no Kung-Fu grasshopper here. However, it is the erotic scenes that viewers will be watching for and with the great eye-candy on show, this is one of the better films of the genre.

Probably my most favorite guilty rental before Showgirls came out; Night Rhythms is lurid fun. Martin Hewitt plays Nick West, a sex-talk radio host that claims to LOVE all women. Strangely, he's never seen in this movie with anyone who ISN'T at least halfway gorgeous. If Kathy Bates or Peggy Rea tried to make a move on him, would he live up to the claim? Anyway, he helps women who are unlucky in love, mostly by providing free sex-talk for three hours a night. Of course, he also gets male callers who take shots at him as well. He also deals with his jealous producer, played by Gregory Dark favorite Delia Sheppard.

Well, one night, a woman by the name of "Honey", played by Tracy Tweed (sister of Shannon) calls his show with her sob story, but later on, shows up in the studio. He tells the producer to put music on while they have a "philosophical discussion", which leads to whoopee. Unbeknownst to West, someone has turned the radio frequency back on, and the listeners hear them having sex, but then, they hear Honey being strangled to death. West is knocked out, and when he comes to, he sees Honey's corpse, and he flees. The rest of the movie is about West clearing his name of the murder. Of course, on the way he has time to make love with just about anyone who'll help him, providing she's female and good-looking.

The movie is very steamy and erotic, with lots of gorgeous women, and a few OK ones. The best one is Deborah Driggs, who plays West's ex-stripper friend Cinnamon, who helps out the most with his plight. The aforementioned Ms. Tweed burns up the screen in her short appearance, and the lady who works as a masseuse is primo. Sam "Flash Gordon" Jones, who plays a detective chasing West, and veteran actor David Carradine, who plays a shady strip club owner, add some name power.

This is a pretty good film in the genre, probably the pinnacle of Gregory Dark's soft-core films. Mirror Images 2 and the first two Secret Games movies are great stuff as well.

An erotic thriller, with emphasis on the "erotic". The plot is completely unbelievable, although the actors do a creditable job. Every woman in this movie is amazingly beautiful. There is a large number of (usually gratuitous, but very well done) sex scenes. There is one in particular that is off the erotic charts. I highly recommend it. You should absolutely positively get the unrated version. The Blockbuster version is missing many good bits.

Magnus.

I saw the R-rated version shown on cable. Actually this film wasn't nearly as bad as most of this sort are. The plot had some interest, although also some holes. The ending was fairly predictable. David Carradine certainly was slumming. Anyway, this movie is about a couple of radio people, a sex-talk show host and his producer. This being a soft-core porn film, the actors were very attractive, even though my understanding of radio is that it is populated by those people too ugly to be on TV. The actresses were beautiful, although obviously silicone-enhanced. The sex scenes were fair, but I understand from another source that at least 17 minutes of this film were cut for this format. That's an awful lot of soft-core simulated sex for one movie. I'll have to try to watch for the uncut version.

One of the better B-flicks from soft-porn director A. G. Hippolyte, involving a framed radio host and a few questions. The story is just simple enough to be acceptable, and sets the scene for some well-crafted short sexual encounters. A few that stand out involve the underrated, under-used Tracy Tweed; a ride-em threesome; and a sweet brunette. It would have been nice to see some more realism and thought put into the authenticity of the lesbian club - it was a bit false. Pure eye candy, but the good kind.