Dead Sexy (2001)

Such a frustrating disappointment

Best movie ever!

I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

Back in the 1990s, blonde actress Shannon Tweed was a mainstay of late night cable television. After the success of the psycho-thriller sub-genre, in particular BASIC INSTINCT, B-movie producers were desperate to get a slice of the proverbial pie by doling out their own low budget erotic thrillers, invariably starring one of half a dozen actresses who were happy to strip for their craft.Shannon Tweed was the best known of these stars, a pneumatic blonde who displayed some measure of acting talent which was rare for this sub-sub-genre. DEAD SEXY marks the final erotic thriller she made; her advancing years and a general public dissatisfaction for the stale genre saw tastes move elsewhere. Invariably this film is a disappointment, lacking the finesse of an Andrew Stevens production, feeling instead like a cheap cash-in on a once popular market.Tweed plays a detective investigating a series of murders in which call girls were thrown off high buildings. Her investigation leads her into the clutches of a rich playboy (John Enos III) called Blue, a guy who's the main suspect. She has to literally go to bed with him in order to find out the truth, and of course there are the requisite twists and turns along the way.Tweed is the best actor in this film, which is saying something. The years have been kind to her, and even if she doesn't parade around naked anymore then she still packs a attractive punch. The less said about Enos the better, although viewers are treated to a slumming-it Sam J. Jones (FLASH GORDON) playing Tweed's partner. As a whole, though, the thrills are non-existent, the plotting is very poor, and the sex scenes are a complete waste of time, no better than filler material. You'd be better off checking the films that came out ten years before this to see the genre at its finest.

First off, I want to say that if you're renting this just for the sex scenes, don't, they're not very good. However, this movie did work for me as a thriller. I think that Shannon Tweed is a good actress and it's a shame that she can't get more mainstream movies.Shannon plays a cop investigating a string of call girl murders. All of the women were killed similarly to the way the prime suspect's mother died and all were wearing a particular shade of red lipstick. Oh and by the way that shade of red lipstick was also the mother's shade of lipstick (the lipstick is made by a small company owned by the suspect's family and he recently inherited it). Additionally, the women, including Tweed's character all look like the suspects mother and though he was only 13 at the time his mother died, he was a suspect in her death (it was ruled a suicide). It seems that the prime suspect was molested by his mother for years before her death.Added to the mix is the fact that Tweed's partner has a vendetta against the prime suspect (he was engaged to the first call girl who died and did not submit an interview with the prime suspect to his bosses). The true murderer is not revealed until the very last scene.

The reason Shannon Tweed no longer appears nude in films is because she no longer looks good nude. The reason for that is simple: she is 43 in this movie (48, almost 49 at this writing) and showing her age. Actually, she looks older than 43. She looks grim, hard, and beat-up. These girls (strippers, soft-core porn workers) apparently don't age well, and Tweed is no exception. The problem isn't that she doesn't appear nude here (I am grateful that she doesn't. One look at her clothed and you know you do not want to see her naked), it's that this is just a bad movie.Tweed is not a good actress and cannot convince us she is a cop. The writing is weak, the characters stereotypes, and the storyline is threadbare. Movies like this are not supposed to be good anyway, but when they try to be, in between sex scenes, it's ludicrous. Stilted dialogue, awkward direction, poor editing, bad acting, this film has them all. There aren't enough sex scenes (with younger, better-looking women than Tweed) to justify renting this.

Shannon Tweed strikes again in this thriller about the murders of high-priced escorts. She is the cop on the case, and begins getting an itch south of the navel for her prime suspect (John Enos). The red herrings are laughably obvious and the several sex scenes are all exactly the same (woman on top with lots of jumping and shouting). Even worse, Tweed opts this time to use a body double. This is a movie that fails to satisfy on just about every level.