“Cristal, Beluga, Wolfgang Puck.... its a Fuckhouse”
Friedkin channels his sleaze merchant side with this De Palma/Verhoeven-esque 90’s American giallo/erotic thriller jam, complete a dead guy who collects pubic hair, Michael Biehn with a stache, a car chase thru a Chinatown parade, Angie Everhart, an overblown/convoluted story from the guy who penned Basic Instinct/Showgirls/Sliver, Richard Crenna, vehicular slaughter, and David Caruso’s excellent fuckhouse line—all set against the backdrop of (beautifully shot and gorgeous) San Francisco mansions (that I’ll never be able to afford) filled with Far East museum quality decor.
Slick, mean spirited, lurid, and exactly the kind of trash I loved watching in the early to mid 90’s when I was far too young. Not perfect by any stretch... in fact its infamously hated, but I love these sexed up, 90’s pulp trash jams (one of my favorite genres!) and will watch any Friedkin movie at any time.