7 December 2017 | lor_
Overwritten but entertaining peek at deplorables
The characters (mainly the male ones) are unsympathetic creeps in Wesley Emerson's "Club Sunset", a cynical look at "rich and pompous socialites" to quote divorce lawyer John Decker's voice-over narration. The always untalented Cash Markman/Marc Cushman teamed with Martin Brimmer/Rodger Jacobs on a needlessly pretentious script.
Jill Kelly, looking scrumptious as ever (feature is nearly 20 years old now), plays Decker's ex-wife, planning her revenge on him and other unscrupulous types who use infidelity as a sport and source of income. Rather than rehash the intricate linkage between the long cast of characters, suffice it to say that seven sex scenes are concocted by the cheating that's going on in this microcosm of society.
Though Toni James, as a current victim of Decker's smooth line, and bountiful Anjelica Sin have larger roles, it is Stephanie Swift popping up in the final reels who becomes the other draw for this title, very early in her career (that was soon to blossom into super-stardom with her Wicked Pictures contract).
One of many shoe-horned subplot has sudden violence befalling Decker's private eye (Paul Drake to his X-rated Perry Mason) Guy DiSilva, leading to a non-ending with that always irritating "To be continued..." flashed on the screen as Decker is left in jeopardy. I have been unable to confirm the existence of a released sequel, however.