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.
DVD Extras:
Trailer. A dodgy print and single trailer won't satisfy anyone. Just think what extras there could have been: Basinger giving a blow-by-blow account of the sex scenes, an analysis of Rourke's prematurely spent career, Adrian Lyne stripping bare the film's flaws... Oooh baby!
