To the uninitiated, a film with a name like this one might conjure up images of
some fantastically erotic scenes. But to the seasoned and dedicated porn flick
viewer, this is just another movie that proves that the eternal hope of finding
titillation in a movie is sadly misplaced. The very fact that this reviewer was
accommodated in the box when he had actually paid for a balcony seat, because
the house was full, backs up this theory.
Clare is the ultimate S & M devotee. She basically seduces guys to satisfy her perverse pleasures and then kills them. One guy, Mark, has something of a grudge against her because she had cheated him out of a movie role. He does some investigation, and finds out Clare's dark secret. She finally kills everybody who knows her true self and makes a movie about all her murders. I think this one should clean out the Oscars, don't you?
There are myriad small actors here and there who contribute to the story in such miniscule ways that you'd think the movie was running in fast forward. And our friend, the projector guy, makes sure you don't have even the faintest idea of what's going on, by skipping a few reels here and there.
Morgan Fairchild (the one in all those look-at-my-shiny-teeth ads on TV) is apparently just a showpiece. She plays the role of Clare in the movie that Clare makes.
Characters come and characters go really fast - no wonder the movie was wrapped
up in less than 1 hour. Oh yes - if you were waiting for the part where there
is a little skin shown, it would be the interval. This is where you are shown
trailers of forthcoming movies - so that you can senselessly waste some more of
your precious money and be fooled into thinking that you might have actually contributed
something to our already depressing economy. Do yourself a big favor - stay away
from this one.