Appeared in beginning of eighties erotic thrillers allowed impossible for noir films demonstration of sex scenes and naked bodies. These flicks were usually about a femme fatale who manipulates and tricks men as it does with a protagonist. Movies of that sub-genre almost never had a realistic screenplay and I always in watching was in thought that authors more interested to see actress without clothe instead to tell a story as it does in the worst type of filming on camera. In the last couple years can see the sub-genre takes revival since downfall in the middle of nineties, but no one of flicks grabbed my attention until yesterday I just discovered never heard before Heatwave.
Producer Brad Krevoy and director Ernie Barbarash associative with high quality movies for videomarket as the first had involved in many terrific flicks for silver screen. Heatwave shows that their professionalism with them. Barbarash masterfully executes narrating of screenplay, which is interesting in conception matching for contemporary world what makes me surprise that each bystander surprises to that in a film. Heatwave demonstrates modern in baby faces, corporate culture, music and clothes what are disgusting and tasteless for me. It doesn’t make a significant mistake in centralization on sex scenes. That could be a good movie and somewhere disappoints it’s combination didn’t realize. No solid basis for involvement of protagonist, turn her in falsely accused and cover of crimes in the end. Malefactor plan uses accidents. Possible improvement could be in actors, but they can be not credible in characters. I can’t believe that she capable for manipulations. And that trivial in banality ending, which is impossible here.