Post by stefancrosscoe on Feb 28, 2017 18:51:54 GMT
"You stick your dick in a barrel of barracudas once, maybe you won't lose it. You leave it in there, it's gonna get chewed off at the root."
Psychologist Dr. Bill Capa (Bruce Willis) decides to take a break from New York after one of his own patients commits suicide right in from of him and travels to Los Angeles where he is greeted by an old friend and associate Dr. Bob Moore (Jeff Bakula), who then suggest that Bill should stay at his place, until he feels better.
But any plans of relaxation goes down the drain when Capa's friend becomes the victim of a brutal attack at his own office.
Detective Hector Martinez (Ruben Blades) who's in charge of the investigation then asks Bill if he could for a short while, take over the monday night group therapy sessions which Bob used to run.
A somehow hesitating Dr. Capa takes on of the offer and goes through with leading the monday night sessions and it doesn't take long before almost everyone involved could be classified as a possible murder suspect.
Considered by many to be among the worst movies ever made during the 90s, and one that took a lot of heat along with Showgirls (1995) for their over-the-top plot/acting and silly characters, and while Showgirls has over the years become quite of a cult-film, Color of Night is still being treated as a hideous abomination.
With all the goofy/idiotic things going, Color of Night almost becomes like a parody of the whole erotic thriller genre, where the only one who does not seem to be in on the act, is the main star, Bruce Willis.
Instead everybody else involved seem to over-act, all the time, with constantly loud screaming, shouting and even the steamy sex scenes are more funny than erotic, which is quite an impressive job by the way, considering the film includes the beautiful Jane March as the femme fatale.
And who happens to love showing off her great talents over and over again, which makes poor Bruce Willis all dizzy and ends up going around talking to himself throughout the film: "There she goes, just like the wind...."
Most of the group therapy sessions are comedy gold, and were specially Brad Dourif turns on his charm as he delivers some of the most memorable lines in the movie:
Color of Night is without a doubt a bad movie, but one that is very fun, and I can only talk for myself, but a movie considered to be among the worst ones ever made, is one I would like to think was not only just bad but also extremely boring, which automatically ereases any chances this movie had of competing for that kind of title.
Still however the film actually managed to be nominated for an Golden Globe award for best original song and later on the film become one of the most popular rental videos of the 90s.
I have no trouble watching the directors Cut with all of its full 140 minutes of glory, several times a year, and it is probably my favorite "guilty pleasure" erotic thriller, and comes with a very solid cast were Brad Dorif, Lance Henriksen, Ruben Blades, Lesley Ann Warren, Kevin J. O'Connor, Scott Bakula and of course the lovely Jane March all does their best to make the film out to be one of the most entertaining big budget, b-movie flops made in the mid 90s.