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TV producer CLAIR ARCHER, charged with the murder of her co-producer, hires top attorney Simon Mitchell to defend her. Though happily married, Simon falls for Clair's seductive wiles and then, in the middle of the trial and the torrid affair, discovers that Clair is guilty. Simon's associate, Lane, finds incriminating evidence against Clair. Simon tries to end the affair. But Clair cleverly sets up Lane so that when Clair kills Simon, Simon's wife suspects Lane -- and shoots her. Clair Archer is judged "not guilty" and walks away free. Written by
Concorde - New Horizons (with permission).
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Guilty or not, there's no way she's innocent.
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Claire Archer's car and Amy Mitchell's car have the same license plate : California 2EZP459
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The following is a review of the unrated 90-minute version of Body Chemistry 4: Full Exposure (1995). This movie has been rated on the basis of how well an erotic thriller it is and not in comparison to other genres.
First off, Miss Tweed's beauty, here, is unarguable; stature-conscious, graceful, heavenly as always, with a dewy countenance and wavy, fragrant fair strands you'd like to bury your schnozzle into and heartily inhale from.
This isn't her best-looking performance by far; in certain profiles, Tweed looks a wee on the oldish side, but overall she's still got it, exuding pheromones and giving breathing men stiffies, even when she's fully dressed.
As another reviewer already pointed out, the similarities between this flick and Madonna's Body Of Evidence are quite glaring: An attractive blonde woman seeks out a criminal defence attorney and has an affair with him, in the process doing it in an underground parking lot (half-clothed, mind you) as well as inside an elevator (going down on him off-camera).
Haven't we seen this before? Yes. (Insert boring, drawn-out courtroom proceedings.) Is the story original? No. Why was it made? Who knows. Who is this movie geared toward? Those after after some ST T&A? If so, it doesn't live up to expectations.
The winnowed moments calculated: There's 3 sex scenes here. Only one comes close to being mildly explicit, even for an allegedly unrated version. What were the filmmakers thinking? Sexually, Tweed is underused. What else is new? Tweed fans simply can't get enough of her. We demand more rock 'n' roll but just keep on getting gospel.
Tweed plays a luscious siren by the name of Claire Archer, who's got her lawyer, Simon, by the short and curlies in more ways than one. Miss Archer's not only a trained psychologist but a vampire in the interpersonal sense. All she's lacking is the black leather and the whip.
The sexy nut-cracker happens to be the prime suspect in the murder of a TV producer. There's motive, and a maid can place her at the scene of the crime. (Like you care.)
Does Tweed shed her formal attire and get down and dirty, is what you all want to know, right? Twice. I don't count the elevator-set off-screen fellatio as constituting a sex scene. The parking garage sex scene has Claire and Simon humping, but there's very little nudity.
The highlight has the lawyer and his client effing next to and atop a billiard table. This occurs about halfway in. Tweed gets it from behind good and her ample silicone hooters are displayed in all their wonderful nakedness. There's a brief shot of Tweed atop, but no shots of her as equestrienne, darn it.
The first lovemaking moment involves Simon and his wife, the small-bosomed Amy (Leslie Ryan) a brief scene that has Amy mounted and engaged in tender marital intercourse, celebrating her hubby's court victory.
I have two complaints about this erotic thriller. One: In both of Tweed's sex scenes, heard is not her own voice moaning and panting, but that of dubbed orgasmic vocalizations belonging to another woman, an inclusion that, for me, detracted from the heat of these scenes. Give us the real voice or music but please not an aural intruder, especially when the post-synchronization so badly matches up to what's happening on screen. Two: Simon has a gorgeous legal assistant named Lane, who's as hot as Tweed but with black hair instead of blonde. She's played by an actress named Marta Martin, with high cheekbones, piercing brown eyes and probably one helluva figure. The thing is, the filmmaker has Miss Martin dressed in frumpy attire all throughout the movie. Neither does the do-able mademoiselle with the noticeable sweater sacs get done, which we, upon first sight of her, come to expect based on her sex appeal; but no, not even a feel-up, not even a shot of cleavage. An outrage!
It's a thankless role Miss Martin plays, but at least she gets to recite the best line of the movie: "The law and justice are not the same thing. Justice is for God."
By the way, Simon is played by an actor named Larry Poindexter. A poindexter, for those not in the know, is someone who looks and acts like a nerd but lacks the intelligence of a nerd.
Hey, who says pseudo-nerds don't get any?