All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

Yes, absolutely, there is fun to be had, as well as many, many things to go boom, all amid an atmospheric urban jungle.

Look, this plot is horrible. HORRIBLE! This movie wants to be a very sexy version of The Usual Suspects. It does not succeed. Granted if your primary goal is just to get a look at Angie Everhart in all her glory then that is another matter. She certainly looks fantastic and that might make it worth renting. Having a laugh while telling your friends that you actually watched a Richard Grieco movie also might make it worth renting. How can anyone possibly take Richard Grieco seriously?!?! Angie Everhart may actually have some talent, but roles like this do nothing to build her credibility. If she's got to get naked to get a role, at least do it in a better movie.

Richard Grieco (TV's Booker) is, Gale, a pale-faced artist who is under suspecion for the murder of Beth's (Angie Everhart) friend. Of course Beth slowly gets closer to Gale then a parole officer really should. This makes Joe, her boyfriend mad and in my opinion, rightfully so. I liked this film a tad more then I thought i would going into it. Perhaps the abundant display of the stunningly beautiful Everhart's mammeries had to do with my appreciation of the film. Because I sure know the stupid, stupid ending plot twist didn't.Where i saw it: Showtime-on-demandMy Thriller Grade: C+in ADDITION to this watch: "Jade"

Spoilers herein.I make a hobby out of finding interesting things in bad movies. Soft porn is a pretty promising playground for this because so many talented people seem to be involved while waiting for something else.And gosh, this project is almost worth recommending.As a thriller it actually works! -- at least so far as the way that the story is structured and paced. The acting is generally bad but in a twist the supporting actors are much worse than the main ones. In fact Angie is no worse than what we accept from Julia Roberts. That's not saying much, and what she does is far less than what the role demands. But that's because the role is surprisingly complex and demanding. Grieco is even better in his greasy Mickey Rourke manner. He is the person who made this happen outside the film and within it. He's not a Vincent Gallo, but there is an edge there. His director and cinematographer let him down though. As old fashioned late eighties soft porn, it sort of works too I suppose. I continue to be amazed at the rocking horse moaning that is supposed to represent copulation. I continue to be repelled at the defacing of natural beauty these women go through for increased breast size. The real star of these scenes is the actress who plays Lisa, the woman killed in the beginning. She is pretty good at what she does and not unnaturally deformed either. Her effects are taken from the much superior "Realm of the Senses." Elsewhere, in her supposedly "frumpy" mode, Angie actually is attractive.Oh well, the real prize for slogging through it is what I call "folding." That's where elements are reflected in other elements, most often in selfaware selfreference. For instance, we have here a photographed film whose chief character is a photographer, and the discovery of his relationship (the relationship of what he does and photographs to what we see as photographed) is through photographs of secondary characters. There are lots of overlaps where what we see as the film are snaps of photographs IN the film. Some art gallery conversation about folding of the photographer's erotic art.There are few reflections of who controls who: a relatively novel juxtaposition of the criminal justice system and bondage and domination in sex. This blurs into the obligatory soft porn convention of our heroine having sex with at least two men. Not unclever. One is the cop, the other the "bad" guy naturally. More: the folding of Angie?s past with what we see ? and why ? is the final revelation.For me, it is another fine example of how ordinary these sophisticated notions have become. Just this time, the film was of much higher quality than usual.Ted's Evaluation -- 2 of 4: Has some interesting elements.

Last Cry (aka Sexual Predator) is a misguided attempt at trying to stimulate the young rental crowd with hopes of erotic scenes involving none other than the B-Movie queen of the day - Angie Evanheart. The story was preposterous and the acting was phoned in. Even the costume design was terrible. Angie plays the typical B-movie type role. One where the 'doctor' wears glasses and men's suits to cover what we are all aware is a killer body to be revealed at a later time. Nudity is abundant. 3 minutes in cue first nude scene, 13 minutes cue second, 24 minutes, cue flashes back to first. Angie's close ups reveal more makeup than what a 4 year old daughter would paint on herself if she ever got into your makeup cabinet. Do yourself a favor, stay clear of this release so that the smaller studios realize that a story....any story is required before we throw our hard earned dollars at a flick. GMO