In your age-raddled memory this might be great erotic cinema, but just look at it now. Pop video blue light, godawful elevator music, Sunday supplement pseudo-sexual psychobabble, shoulder pads, huge hair... And while Kim Basinger is just about tolerable as the New Yorker drawn into a series of (surprisingly tame) sex games with businessman Mickey Rourke, it's still the very softest of soft porn.
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