What happens when an experiment in pleasure backfire? When suddenly there are no rules, no limits and no escape? Tom (Marc Singer, Beastmaster, V, Young and The Restless) and Claire (Lisa Pescia, Seinfeld, The New Age) are two doctors who meet doing a research project on sexual response. Tom is handsome, successful, and very married, with a lovely wife (Mary Crosby, Distant Cousins, The Night Caller). Claire is beautiful, successful and very single, with a smoldering, untapped sexuality. Attracted by his verve and talent, Claire seduces Tom and together they begin a tumultuous affair where their deepest passions and darkest fantasies are revealed. But he's in over his head, and when Tom desperately tries to break away, Claire clutches tighter, threatening and arousing him at the same time. Who is really in control and does Tom really want the game to end? Body Chemistry is a scorching, erotic thriller which provokes and excites all the senses.
Unfortunately, I saw the second one first. But, then I gave Gregory Harrison a little bit of sympathy for getting stuck in that chestnut. There's no excuse for what Marc Singer does in this one. Jackson Barr, the screenwriter, once more writes such a crock that it is totally unbelievable. But Singer really believes what he's doing. I thought he had more sense than to do this sad piece of work. And once more, we have that bad actress playing the villain. Lisa Pescia is my least favorite actress. Why she continues to work is beyond me. Don't know whether I like her less or the role she plays. Boring. Predictable. Why these leading men can't see what a loser she is. This sick one is once again permitted to knock off her lovers and get away with it. So Barr is asking us to believe it's all right to tie men up, and they let her, and proceed to humiliate them as well, calling this hot sex! Wrong. She's not even attractive. Directed by Kristine Peterson, which may account why the women get away with it, it shows men off to be not only free loving, away from their wives, but stupid in their choices of seeing anything attractive in the other woman.
Mary Crosby was the only one in this flick that made sense and this viewer applauded her out loud for dumping her loser of a husband. Marc Singer went through the entire film with a bug-eyed look. I have no intention of seeing BODY CHEMISTRY III or IV. Gonna spare myself the misery of sitting through them. Let us all hope that not only does Pescia get out of the business and off the screen, but that we no longer have to sit through this drivel. And Mr. Singer, get back to the animal adventure stuff you do so well.
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