You won't be disappointed!

One of the worst movies I've ever seen

A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

*SPOILER ALERT* *SPOILER ALERT*I bought this tape for four bucks at a local video store. It had my favorite Amazon sex queen Julie Strain on the cover with her hair covering her naked breasts. The B-movie beast inside me started to growl. Buy this!!! RARRRR!! I obeyed.Now, I'm not going to lie to you. I didn't watch this movie in the technical sense of the word. I fast forwarded through it. I wanted to see what Strain had in store for me right away.Bad news. "Victim of Desire" is a bust. Strain has one shower scene where she takes her time scrubbing her breasts, (it is a Jim Wynorski movie after all), and a sex scene in the dark. The beast inside me was not satiated. RARRRRRR!!! Disaster!Shannon Tweed shows up and has two sex scenes with the Beastmaster, (not me but Marc Singer). They were fair scenes but I wanted more Strain action. There is another scene where Strain is giving a massage to Tweed. If a scene in which two B-queens are giving massages ends in anything less than a full blown sex party, you have to take out the garbage bag and toss the movie away. Can you guess how it ended? "Victim of Desire" has got to go.

No better or worse than most of Shannon Tweed's straight-to-video films. The final twist is pretty clever and you probably won't see it coming, but the plot moves at about 5 miles per hour, and it's filled with stupid, bumbling characters that hurt its credibility (notice the scene where the hero practically hands over a gun to a potential murderess; or how about the scene where the killer has a perfectly good opportunity to shoot the hero but delays unnecessarily). Tweed is gorgeous as always, but not sexy in this movie (yes, there is a difference). Julie Strain, who is arguably even more beautiful, is mainly kept offscreen. (**)

I wasn't expecting much from a "B" thriller, but it was surprisingly good. It is about an investigator who is trying to track down millions in embezzled money, and the evidence is pointing to Wings Hauser... who is soon killed off. The investigator becomes involved with his sultry wife (not a stretch for Shannon Tweed)when the trail leads to her. Worth the rental.