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A college professor reluctantly hides an escaped female convict who tries to get him to help prove her innocent of a murder.
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Injusta condena, En Lettres de Sang, Cartas Marcadas, Роковые письма
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09 Jun 2000
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"I'm not a criminal, I'm a college professor!" - Dennis Burke (Peter Coyote)
Vague shades of Y2K noir, covered in red satin sheets.
No joke: Pauly Shore is - for real - this movie's Harry Lime.
Peter Coyote is a lecherous professor, Jeremy Piven is a hacker with terrible posture, and Nastassja Kinski is a red hot convict on the lam. I live for this type of star-studded exquisite trash. Udo Kier is in this movie for less than sixty seconds, during which he tells Kinski to stick a gun in her pussy and blow her brains out; his words, not mine. I bought this for a dollar at a book sale: worth every penny (and so much more).
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I need to take a shower and talk to my lawyer and go to confession and turn myself in and call my mother and cry and
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WATCHING EVERY PAULY SHORE MOVIE
"You're gonna tell me what you know or you're gonna kiss this snake!"
Ludicrous thriller about a Cool Guy middle-aged college professor who struggles with the fact he can't seem to get sexy young women to leave him alone. Lowest point is a racist anti-woke 90s bit about a Black student "taking advantage of the PC climate" by aggressively demanding a higher grade, with the implication that she'll cry sexual harassment because women make that sort of thing up all the time. Gross. Pauly Shore has a ridiculous and brief, but very entertaining, uncredited role as a guy who owns a bunch of snakes.
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Truly abominable celluloid trainwreck of a suspense thriller for Peter Coyote,Nastassja KInski,Udo Kier,Pauly Shore(who goes uncredited[by the sheer embarassment of being in this film]),and everyone else that is involved in this career killing terminal stinker.
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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This was totally preposterous — but I’m not gonna lie, I enjoyed it purely as a guilty pleasure. It’s Peter Coyote almost getting banged by every other chick he comes across, from that blackmailing nude girl at the beginning to a horny Fairuza Balk and Nastassja Kinski. The plot gets really nuts by the time Coyote is getting shot at from balconies by gangsters with shotguns. Corniest line of dialogue: When Udio Kier tells Nastassja Kinski to stick her gun up her pussy and blow her fucking brains out. I figured out the movie was a comedy when Pauly Shore suddenly made an appearance and when Coyote was threatening him with his own pet snakes. The actress who plays Jeremy…
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Bought this expecting typical "sexy thriller" fare, but it was a little better than that stuff generally is.
The movie kicks off with a completely naked woman reading explicit text from a book to Peter Coyote. She has a very Hollywood body, but a more interesting face. The scene takes on an uncomfortable edge and it's clear Coyote's character has some issues with morality.
Later, in a new town, Coyote isn't even trying to start over -- he's just trying to buy some time, some calm. He's teaching a class on Nathaniel Hawthorne, hired by a Dean who knows his past but wants to give him a chance because he knows his shit. The fun level jumps up because one…
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This is the kind of schizophrenic commentary track where they talk openly about the creative problem-solving that results from working within non-negotiable budgetary restrictions, but this is also the kind of commentary where they talk without a sense of self-awareness about elements of their wonderfully trashy erotic thriller being inspired by Ingmar Bergman. Huh.
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Starts off well enough, but falls apart in the second half, as it implodes into "Whoops! Where are my trousers?" farce.
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