After Midnight

I could not hear the mildest swear word in forty minutes of this film. I really don't like too much profanity, but it's absence does not match the characters, setting or situation. It's set in a strip bar, yet a sermon from my minister couldn't be as holy. The dialog is cleaner than an after-school special or religious drama. The strip routines are just ho hum and Catherine Annette is supposed to be a newscaster, not Annette Funicello. She talks like a child not old enough to have finished junior high school. The main frustration was too many flashbacks giving hints about who the murderer was.. always belonging to the person who supposedly hadn't witnessed the crimes. Fred Olen Ray used his own name in this film when he should have stuck with Nicholas Medina. He seems to be stressed out by some kind of personal hassles of his own behind the scenes in his career. Just like the mainstream names, low budget film makers often get spoiled by success so it dulls their edge or they take themselves too seriously.