Ah, Tanya Roberts. She burned up the screen in the 80s on Charlie’s Angel’s and as a Bond Girl in A View to a Kill. I won’t even get into Beastmaster… That’s just too much!
OK, maybe “burned up” is stretching it a bit, but she was definitely one of the most beautiful women that decade saw. And after viewing Night Eyes, I see she was also one of the most gorgeous women of the 90s as well. So. Not. Fair.
The problem with Tanya was that although she was certainly amazing to look at, her acting left something to be desired. She’s not the worst actress - not even close - but she’s no great shakes either. Maybe that’s why she did so much nudity… you know, as a distraction.
Although Night Eyes enjoyed a small theatrical release, I think of it as the film that gave a jump start to the direct to video erotic thriller craze of the 90s. Maybe because it spawned three sequels (making it the Friday the 13th of its subgenre) and it also made Shannon Tweed and Andrew Stevens household names (well household names if you rented erotic thrillers, which I did. What a crazy time!).
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Although no one would consider this early 80s thriller a classic, The Seduction does have some interesting and glossy qualities to it. Andrew Stevens’ character is fairly well drawn for a popcorn thriller and eerily close to the kind of obsessive fan famous folks have had to accustom themselves to. In fact, The Seduction’s voyeuristic theme still holds a candle about the warped ability to turn one’s fantasies into a dangerous reality.
What can I say? Sure I think Robert Forster is the hottest thing since low-fat cheese and yeah he just happens to be in the last two erotic thrillers I reviewed but that has nothing to do with why I chose The Banker as my next film. It just so happens that he made a few of these movies back in the day and I just tend to own them because like I said, he’s hot.
If loving Body Chemistry III is wrong, I don’t want to be right!
Gregg Smith, where are you?
Gregg was the writer/producer/editor/director of Cover Story, an early 90s erotic thriller that spun a convoluted yet entertaining tale of a reporter and his obsession with a dead girl. It’s bit like the old Dana Andrew’s movie Laura, only with boobies. Also, there’s rap-music galore (Ram Luv, I adore you!), gay gangsters, Tuesday Knight (Nightmare on Elm Street 4) in the WORST wig in the history of wigs (Take that Loni Anderson!) and Robert Forster as the guy who couldn’t generate an emotion if you ate his kid in front of him (and yes, he’s STILL gorgeous!).
