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A female friend of a sexually frustrated mother tries broadening her horizons with a sex orgy. Though avoiding it, the new feelings inside her cause her to force herself on her sleeping son. To her amazement, the seduction is mutual.
A pornographic film about private investigator Nick Popodopolis and his investigation into the disappearance of the husband of film star Dixie Ray in World War II-era Los Angeles. Written by
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Although Hollywood screen veteran Cameron Mitchell agreed to appear in this movie (his first adult film), his role was strictly non-sex. A few years later, Mitchell told an interviewer that he was told the film was to receive an "R" rating and that he was not informed that a hardcore version also was being made until after his scenes had been shot. See more »
Actor Steve Marlow's character is listed in the film's credits as "Tony La Marr". A sign in the nightclub scene, however, spells the name "Tony Lamarr". See more »
Too much spice brings down this well-crafted film.
Shame on the majority of you for giving this disappointment a perfect "10"! Movies like this aren't instantly judged by the appearances of hot, spicy bare-breasted lesbians including Dixie Ray, who do anything but give you plenty of wet dreams! That's the considerably bad aspect of IT'S CALLED MURDER, BABY, which deserves some credit for recreating those mystery / film noirs of the 40s. While it wasn't expensive, the acting, characters, and make-up were pretty real in comparison. Explicit sexuality was the number one reason a few folks got to enjoy this, and along with some profanity, it creates a whole new and different twist to the vintage setting. Broads strip off whatever means possible to make American Movie Classics an embarrassing image. Trouble is, though, that these contents (along with the high-res film quality) disintegrate the moods and feelings of a classic translation of a 1940s feature film, making this another nudity-filled sleaze outing from the 1980s! It all doesn't come together!
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