In 1981, I would have been nine, and maybe I wasn't yet ready to recognize when the opposite sex was attractive to me. That said, my grandfather had one poster in his room, one he'd framed and placed next. To his bed. It was the famous Heather Thomas photo of her getting out of a bathtub. It was signed - well, not really, but it had her signature - love and laughs, Heather Thomas. The further I get away from my childhood, I realize that my grandfather maybe didn't have much of either, growing up poor in the depression, leaving before he was eighteen for a war and spending forty-plus years in a blast furnace. So if he wanted a poster of Heather Thomas, why not? He could have done worse.
Thomas was best known for the TV show The Fall Guy, as well as showing up in movies like Zapped!, Cyclone and Kiss of the Cobra before retiring in the 1990s, worried about stalkers. If this movie is any indication, she was probably better served being on posters than being a leading lady. That said, I don't want to be mean. My grandfather's ghost would sit me down for a talk if I were too rude to Ms. Thomas.
In this erotic thriller, she's Ellen Carlyle, a news anchor sick of stalkers, as art imitates life. She's supposedly middle-aged, which in 1993 was thirty-five years old. Despite her fears - and a Giallo killer wiping out exotic dancers - she still opens her remote country cabin and thighs to Ben Scanlon (Jan-Michael Vincent), who claims to be a park ranger or law officer or you know, who can tell. He's Jan-Michael Vincent in an erotic thriller, and therefore, we should not trust him.
Meanwhile, her work husband Joey (Nicholas Celozzi) keeps trying to save her, as if he'll ever escape being a dick in glass and get to be in her life more than a special friend.
Directed by John Stewart (Action U. S. A., Click: The Calendar Girl Killer) and written by David Reskin (Stargames, Dark Future), this promises you what you couldn't get on TV - Heather Thomas nudity - without really delivering. What emerges is the kind of movie that gets YouTube comments from perverts excited that it has the content they're looking for. One mentions that she gets an OTS carry in this, which I had no idea of. Over the Shoulder. As always, if there is something in this world that exists, someone wants to jerk off to it. I assume that many rented this movie just for Thomas, not the promise of OTS.
Imagine if that commentator was my grandfather? That would have buttoned this story up.
Thomas was best known for the TV show The Fall Guy, as well as showing up in movies like Zapped!, Cyclone and Kiss of the Cobra before retiring in the 1990s, worried about stalkers. If this movie is any indication, she was probably better served being on posters than being a leading lady. That said, I don't want to be mean. My grandfather's ghost would sit me down for a talk if I were too rude to Ms. Thomas.
In this erotic thriller, she's Ellen Carlyle, a news anchor sick of stalkers, as art imitates life. She's supposedly middle-aged, which in 1993 was thirty-five years old. Despite her fears - and a Giallo killer wiping out exotic dancers - she still opens her remote country cabin and thighs to Ben Scanlon (Jan-Michael Vincent), who claims to be a park ranger or law officer or you know, who can tell. He's Jan-Michael Vincent in an erotic thriller, and therefore, we should not trust him.
Meanwhile, her work husband Joey (Nicholas Celozzi) keeps trying to save her, as if he'll ever escape being a dick in glass and get to be in her life more than a special friend.
Directed by John Stewart (Action U. S. A., Click: The Calendar Girl Killer) and written by David Reskin (Stargames, Dark Future), this promises you what you couldn't get on TV - Heather Thomas nudity - without really delivering. What emerges is the kind of movie that gets YouTube comments from perverts excited that it has the content they're looking for. One mentions that she gets an OTS carry in this, which I had no idea of. Over the Shoulder. As always, if there is something in this world that exists, someone wants to jerk off to it. I assume that many rented this movie just for Thomas, not the promise of OTS.
Imagine if that commentator was my grandfather? That would have buttoned this story up.