The reason this won't ever be ranked in anyone's top ten is that has a few unforgivable fails. It also could be genuinely funny - granted, only a small percent of the gags land, but points for trying. It seems all the women had been attempting murder. It's just unfunny yammering in the dining room for fucking ten straight minutes. Sauer,Low-rent private dick Sam Drake is called on to identify which heir is trying to kill a wealthy old man. Over and over again, this film turns on a dime from sexy rapid fire comedy and slapstick.
The only problem is that he seems to have gotten the proportions wrong. Carlos turns out to be Higgie's son, so inherits a huge fortune and runs away with Jane. Worse still, the sex scenes are filmed in that awful manner which so many nineties erotic thrillers were guilty of: hazy lens filter with shitty jazz instrumentals. Fortunately, this innocuously randy film evaporates as it unfolds, so that one's memories of scatological humor, lame double entendres, and performances spawned at some Stanislavsky acting studio in hell are. Camille Donatacci shows off her big guns in two steamy sex scenes. This Playboy cartoon posing as a film is the kind of dire viewing experience that will have videoholics burying their heads in their throw pillows. That point was emphasized even further when they were cast as the sexy young wife and sexy young daughter-in-law, adversaries for the deceased old coot's inheritance.
The nude scenes are impossibly brief and the comic interludes seemed to last forever. And one of the cleverest strategies in burlesque was the general consensus that the patrons actually became bored and restless watching hour after hour of strip acts. Still, it was a fun flick- they made a valiant effort at comedy and featured four hotties who are either in super short skirts or totally naked. Which really sums up the whole movie lost opportunities and missed moments. Where is that rule written? But Julia Parton and her huge, soft and natural love muffins keeps this faux-noir nasty. Claire and Julia Parton, who keep their clothes on through too much of this movie. This is one private dick who is willing to go public and shoot his caseload onscreen.
Best viewed with extensive use of the fast forward button. At the old gentleman's mansion, he encounters an assortment of beautiful women who in turn engage him in all sorts of unpredictable and zany sexual situations spoofing the detective genre clichés. What is particularly sad is that we have two of the most luscious brunettes in the industry, Taylor St. The final way overlong scene has Sam explaining to everyone who killed Higgie and how he figured it out. Low-rent private dick Sam Drake is called on to identify which heir is trying to kill a wealthy old man.
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Sort of the same theory in building roller coasters or directing a horror film. As a genre spoof, The Naked Detective 1996 is knee-slappingly funny. Junior inherits the other half, and marries Annie. Too much excitement finally just numbs the senses. Instead, we have a movie that aims for success with two different audiences and fails both. Finally, Roxanne and Irene share the estate and five million.
At first I thought it was just the old Theory of Relativity at work a minute sitting in the dentist's chair seems like an hour, but an hour kissing your girlfriend seems like only a minute. It doesn't fit, and is damn near jarring. It's too sexy for the prime-time audience and not sexy enough for us late-night viewers. At the old gentleman's mansion, he encounters an assortment of beautiful women who in turn engage him in all sorts of unpredictable and zany sexual situations spoofing the detective genre clichés. What a wonderful opportunity lost. First, there are a couple scenes at the dinner table that seem to go on forever. So the theater managers included comedy interludes, complete with comics in baggy pants, randy old coots in wheelchairs, sexy young things in abbreviated nurse outfits, handsome but bumbling heroes.
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