12 March 1999 | JCairo
More sex than violence, more's the pity
The only way to watch this drek is in the middle of the night when insomnia rages and there's nothing else on. Allegedly a revenge flick about a thief who escapes from prison to exact vengeance on the partner who double-crossed him and sent him to the slam, it's more accurately a soft-core sex movie, with lots of languid sex scenes between babes and muscle-men, lots of t&a (silicone-enhanced), lots of licking. What it doesn't have a lot of is coherence or plot. The viewer keeps anticipating twists and turns which never materialize. When anything does happen, Peggy Lee comes to mind--"is that all there is?" Subplots, such as they are, are resolved in a lame, offhanded manner. One keeps wondering in an ostensible break-out movie, where are the cops? where's the manhunt? where's the roadblock? The "surprise" ending is, I suppose, a justification for why everything seems to go so smoothly for the protagonist. But instead of thinking "oh, yeah!! it all makes some sort of sense now," your reaction is more likely to be "oh, jeez--gimme a goddam break!" My excuse for sitting through this drivel? The aforementioned insomnia, for one. Also, the two female leads are very pretty. And I kept hoping to see more of a role for Chip Mayer, one of the thieves, since I was a big fan of his in his "Santa Barbara" days. No such luck.