Scott P. Levy

Lacklustre but mildly entertaining erotic-thriller that has little eroticism and fewer thrills, but still manages to remain (sort of) engaging. Lisa Boyle is moody stripper Samantha, who suffers from strange blackouts and nightmares about her incestuous paedophile father. When the strippers at the club where she works are successively murdered, the finger of suspicion points at Samantha. The film provides plenty of high-energy stripping, some incredibly inept police work, a totally unprofessional psychiatrist, a club manager who deserves a good beating, a set of ludicrous red herrings and the most obvious "mystery" killer you're ever likely to see. All of this is held together by bad acting, clunky exposition and sledgehammer direction.… (meer)