I've seen much, much worse. Scott, a photographer, starts seeing "himself" killing a woman he's never met in terrible nightmares...he even wakes up while strangling his bedmate (Shannon Tweed). Coincidences ensue, including his seeing the Mystery Girl on an airbrushed t-shirt. Finally, said girl (Adrienne Sachs) shows up at his door demanding that he stop stalking her. Naturally, they wind up at her place, which is identical with his dreams. They have sex (of course) and start generally acting like they're falling in love, though she's acting mighty mysterious. Finally, she leaves for work, leaving him alone to scour the house; he finds a videodisc (yes, video disc...in 1991) which precisely matches his nightmares. Finally he confronts the Evil Scientist/Businessman (played by Marc Singer) who had, months before, implanted a "Brain TV" receiver into his teeth and manipulated what Scott saw from time to time. It turns out that this was all a big experiment to provide proof-of-concept to some Japanese investors. Scott declares that he's going to take the discs AND the Mystery Girl and announce it all to the press. He would've gotten away with it, if it weren't for...Mystery Girl, and her hypodermic sedative! But, naturally, it's not REALLY a betrayal, because she'd made a deal with Spiky-haired Businessman to leave him alone if she returned to him (of course they have a sexual history, don't all good business partners?) and brought the discs with him. No explanation about the four tooth-mounted TV receivers, of course, nor what happens if he gets too close to a microwave oven, but overall it's an interesting...if convoluted and badly written...plot. The actors obviously don't take themselves too seriously, and the plot is kind of interesting. Shannon Tweed, playing the sexually-oriented character she always does, after flailing about on "Scott's" bed trying to remove his hands from around her throat, and after he wakes from his nightmare, concludes that she couldn't breathe, that she was about to pass out...and that she was about to cum. There are a few good lines, generally B-movie acting, lots of skin, and a half-baked romance. It ain't Shakespeare, but the story is kind of interesting. Good background if you're cleaning up around the house.
18 Reviews
Not bad.
gridoon14 December 2002
This is a slick erotic thriller with an interesting plot, lengthy sex scenes that will appeal to both men and women, and a few amusing references to Brian De Palma and Hitchcock's "The Birds". Although it bogs down a little in the middle, and has some atrocious dialogue, it is still one of Mastorakis' best efforts (out of the handful I've seen). And it would perhaps be even better if the two main actresses had switched roles, with Shannon Tweed being the mysterious femme fatale instead, and Adrienne Sachs getting the thankless supporting part. (**1/2)
"I think you and Brian De Palma should get together"
EarthboundVisitant24 April 2021
HANDSOME, blonde, romantic-at-heart, pizza-loving, thirtysomething LA photographer (with own neon sign) who specialises in swimwear shoots looking for the girl of his (murderous) dreams. Ride on over and surprise me.
Part 80s lingerie catalogue, part foreigner's Cali love letter, In the Cold of the Night probably isn't what most film buffs consider good cinema... yet, it's got everything that makes cinema good... for the right audience.
Greece's one-man-movie-machine Nico Mastorakis (had his hits and misses, but you can't say he's unambitious), made this along with a bunch of straight-to-video genre flicks in the late 80s-early 90s. For me, it's his most accomplished thriller.
A Skinemax, De Palma and Hitchcock homage (it even STARS Tippi Hedren!), it's filled with 80s style (satin sheets: check, nouvelle cuisine: check, neon bikinis: check, men's short-shorts and Reeboks: check, Venice Beach, Laserdisc... you get the idea). If you love Brian De Palma at his most indulgent (think Femme Fatale or Passion) and late-80s Italian giallo (Nothing Underneath or Too Beautiful to Die), how could you dislike this?
It even features the decade's underused icon Brian Thompson in his usual 'hunk-with-the-one-liners' role ("you ever get the desire to make it with your mother?") who looks fresh off Fright Night II. Shannon Tweed's here, too (in the waterbed), giving a surprisingly tender performance.
Adrienne Sachs (1986's Miss Brazil), looking every bit the high fashion model, takes the Deborah Shelton-in-Body Double role and carries the sexy, mysterious female lead fairly well. Jeff Lester, coming across as the poster-boy from a menswear catalogue, is likeable but wooden as the photographer weekend sleuth.
While it never manages De Palma's flair, is light on story development and lags in the middle, it's still entertaining enough to warrant a great night in - if you're a fan of the erotic thriller and want one which makes a good stab at actually being a thriller.
Make sure you've got 80s cocktails, are appropriately (under)dressed and have a camera watching over you when you go to sleep.
Like an iconic motorcycle, it's stylish and flashy but hard to maintain (although it's a great ride).
I think Doppleganger (1993), by Israel's Avi Nesher (a man whose career is somewhat similar to Mastorakis) shares a lot of this flick's lets-go-to-town DNA.
Part 80s lingerie catalogue, part foreigner's Cali love letter, In the Cold of the Night probably isn't what most film buffs consider good cinema... yet, it's got everything that makes cinema good... for the right audience.
Greece's one-man-movie-machine Nico Mastorakis (had his hits and misses, but you can't say he's unambitious), made this along with a bunch of straight-to-video genre flicks in the late 80s-early 90s. For me, it's his most accomplished thriller.
A Skinemax, De Palma and Hitchcock homage (it even STARS Tippi Hedren!), it's filled with 80s style (satin sheets: check, nouvelle cuisine: check, neon bikinis: check, men's short-shorts and Reeboks: check, Venice Beach, Laserdisc... you get the idea). If you love Brian De Palma at his most indulgent (think Femme Fatale or Passion) and late-80s Italian giallo (Nothing Underneath or Too Beautiful to Die), how could you dislike this?
It even features the decade's underused icon Brian Thompson in his usual 'hunk-with-the-one-liners' role ("you ever get the desire to make it with your mother?") who looks fresh off Fright Night II. Shannon Tweed's here, too (in the waterbed), giving a surprisingly tender performance.
Adrienne Sachs (1986's Miss Brazil), looking every bit the high fashion model, takes the Deborah Shelton-in-Body Double role and carries the sexy, mysterious female lead fairly well. Jeff Lester, coming across as the poster-boy from a menswear catalogue, is likeable but wooden as the photographer weekend sleuth.
While it never manages De Palma's flair, is light on story development and lags in the middle, it's still entertaining enough to warrant a great night in - if you're a fan of the erotic thriller and want one which makes a good stab at actually being a thriller.
Make sure you've got 80s cocktails, are appropriately (under)dressed and have a camera watching over you when you go to sleep.
Like an iconic motorcycle, it's stylish and flashy but hard to maintain (although it's a great ride).
I think Doppleganger (1993), by Israel's Avi Nesher (a man whose career is somewhat similar to Mastorakis) shares a lot of this flick's lets-go-to-town DNA.
A treat for fans who appreciate technique and style in filmmaking
adriannesachs1 March 2011
Full Synopsis Cast & Crew Related Movies In the Cold of the Night is an above-average psychological thriller, directed with superb visual style by Nico Mastorakis, but plagued by an uneven, derivative plot. Photographer Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) is very successful but begins to have frightening visions of himself murdering a beautiful woman. When he meets the woman in those dreams, Kimberly (Adrienne Sachs), they begin a highly charged romance. When Scott becomes suspicious, he finds out information which leads to a "surprise" ending. In the Cold of the Night generated a great deal of controversy when it was originally released. Despite the weak plot, the extraordinary visual style of Mastorakis, and the haunting cinematography make In the Cold of the Night a treat for fans of psychological thrillers or anyone who appreciates technique and style in filmmaking. ~ Linda Rasmussen, Rovi
Run screaming into the night is more like it
matoolz217 January 2001
This was in the horror section of my local rental establishment, so since I`d already seen everything else in this limited section I fell into the trap and rented this bomb. The acting was the only thing about this movie that was horrible. One of the major problems is that this movie can`t decide what genre it belongs in, so it tries to be almost all of them at once (sci-fi, thriller, drama, etc). But, if you are looking for a good horror movie this is not it.
Completely Laughable Nonsense...But Perversely Entertaining
valiumthousand8 July 2022
This one's a hot, hot mess. There's no denying that much of the cinematography is well done and there are some visually compelling moments.
But truly, this is a terrible movie. The dialogue/script is overblown and comical. I'm a big fan of trash cinema but I'm really hard pressed to recall a movie that took itself so seriously but was so cliched and vacuous as this is.
The acting veers wildly between wooden and dinner theater histrionics and there are zero sympathetic characters in it.
Amusing and there are some stupefyingly bad moments of dialogue that will have you howling with laughter. The positive reviews are really difficult to comprehend.
But truly, this is a terrible movie. The dialogue/script is overblown and comical. I'm a big fan of trash cinema but I'm really hard pressed to recall a movie that took itself so seriously but was so cliched and vacuous as this is.
The acting veers wildly between wooden and dinner theater histrionics and there are zero sympathetic characters in it.
Amusing and there are some stupefyingly bad moments of dialogue that will have you howling with laughter. The positive reviews are really difficult to comprehend.
If Christopher Nolan had watched this movie as a young man, he would have pursued a career in accounting.
MBunge19 August 2010
Warning: Spoilers
This gobstoppingly stupid film is a monument to the awful business that is filmmaking. It is vulgar, pretentious, preposterous, leaden, ridiculous and makes you wonder why anyone would want to get into the movies.
Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) is a fashion photographer who is plagued by horrible dreams of killing the same woman every night. Then that woman shows up at his door and they fall in lust. They have a lot of sex and after watching this film for about an hour and a half, you suddenly discover it's really a science-fiction story. I usually go more into depth on the plot of a movie, to give you a real sense of what it's like. In this case, however, it would just be a waste of my time and yours.
In that spirit, let me just briefly touch on what's wrong with The Cold of the Night.
1. Jeff Lester is a fairly good looking guy, but the minute he opens his mouth he becomes completely unappealing. He's supposed to be the hero, but he comes off like the dick that the hero is supposed to overcome at the end of the movie. Adrianne Sachs, who plays the woman from Scott's dreams, is not at all attractive. She has a couple of nice fake breasts and we do get to see a lot of them, but Shannon Tweed outshines her by a mile in a much smaller role. Tweed even gets naked for a sex scene, though we only get to see one of her boobs. How did Lester and Sachs ever get these lead roles? Were they both having sex with the producer? How could they not tell after the first day of shooting that Marc Singer or David Soul or almost any other guy in the cast would have been better than Lester? How can you have Shannon Tweed on the set and not notice how much prettier she is than Sachs? Heck, even middle-aged Tipi Hedren would have been a better choice.
2. The script is something a middle schooler would have come up with after huffing glue during recess. It starts out trying to be a psychological thriller, but succeeds only in eliciting laughter. Then it morphs into a softcore romance but while the nudity is plentiful, it has all the arousal of a National Geographic video on yaks humping. It finally tries to finish off as an action flick, yet Old Order Amish would consider these action scenes boring. I didn't even try and keep track of all the inconsistencies and illogic in the story because I was afraid I'd start bleeding out of my eyes.
3. This movie is filled with things that are just head-turningly odd. A glowing water bed! The use of marbles as a sex toy! Scott's preoccupation with pizza! An Oedipal reference! The clapper! The world's most inappropriate lunch with a girl's mother! David Soul drinking coffee! Women who don't mind being involuntarily choked during sex! And whatever the hell Marc Singer's doing in this piece of crap! He was the Beastmaster, for pity's sake!
Shannon Tweed and Marc Singer have made this exact sort of film many times in their careers. Some of them were even pretty good for trashy sex and violence tales. They only have bit roles in The Cold of the Night and this film is pretty bad, even by the low standards of the trashy sex and violence genre.
You have been warned.
Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) is a fashion photographer who is plagued by horrible dreams of killing the same woman every night. Then that woman shows up at his door and they fall in lust. They have a lot of sex and after watching this film for about an hour and a half, you suddenly discover it's really a science-fiction story. I usually go more into depth on the plot of a movie, to give you a real sense of what it's like. In this case, however, it would just be a waste of my time and yours.
In that spirit, let me just briefly touch on what's wrong with The Cold of the Night.
1. Jeff Lester is a fairly good looking guy, but the minute he opens his mouth he becomes completely unappealing. He's supposed to be the hero, but he comes off like the dick that the hero is supposed to overcome at the end of the movie. Adrianne Sachs, who plays the woman from Scott's dreams, is not at all attractive. She has a couple of nice fake breasts and we do get to see a lot of them, but Shannon Tweed outshines her by a mile in a much smaller role. Tweed even gets naked for a sex scene, though we only get to see one of her boobs. How did Lester and Sachs ever get these lead roles? Were they both having sex with the producer? How could they not tell after the first day of shooting that Marc Singer or David Soul or almost any other guy in the cast would have been better than Lester? How can you have Shannon Tweed on the set and not notice how much prettier she is than Sachs? Heck, even middle-aged Tipi Hedren would have been a better choice.
2. The script is something a middle schooler would have come up with after huffing glue during recess. It starts out trying to be a psychological thriller, but succeeds only in eliciting laughter. Then it morphs into a softcore romance but while the nudity is plentiful, it has all the arousal of a National Geographic video on yaks humping. It finally tries to finish off as an action flick, yet Old Order Amish would consider these action scenes boring. I didn't even try and keep track of all the inconsistencies and illogic in the story because I was afraid I'd start bleeding out of my eyes.
3. This movie is filled with things that are just head-turningly odd. A glowing water bed! The use of marbles as a sex toy! Scott's preoccupation with pizza! An Oedipal reference! The clapper! The world's most inappropriate lunch with a girl's mother! David Soul drinking coffee! Women who don't mind being involuntarily choked during sex! And whatever the hell Marc Singer's doing in this piece of crap! He was the Beastmaster, for pity's sake!
Shannon Tweed and Marc Singer have made this exact sort of film many times in their careers. Some of them were even pretty good for trashy sex and violence tales. They only have bit roles in The Cold of the Night and this film is pretty bad, even by the low standards of the trashy sex and violence genre.
You have been warned.
This had me head scratching... a lot.
lost-in-limbo25 December 2021
A weirdly ridiculous, atmospheric late-night erotic thriller aping Brian De Palma (who's even mentioned by name?!), but even more so campy and convoluted (I know, how's that even possible?!). Nico Mastorakis' trashy conspiracy laced plot involves realistic nightmares of recurring themes/images, virtual reality murder visions, laserdiscs and a mysterious dream woman (Adrianne Sachs). It really does take on an outlandish turn in the last half-hour when Marc Singer makes himself known, letting us into the bigger scheme of things after a languidly teasing midsection. Doesn't make much sense, but it does enliven the plot in-spite of its lack of high-stake thrills favouring light weight mystery shades, hallucinogenic befuddlement and plenty of night time mist.
Visually it's lit and well-shot. Very 80s in style. Plastered with vibrant colours, sometimes neon and spacious white/cream decors. Right down to the glowing waterbed mattress. It simply pops. Cue in the sultry, smooth sax. And talking about bold and sexy, there's a minor part for Shannon Tweed. I wish she had been picked for the lead actress role, but I can see why Mastorakis went with the exotic Sachs. However I wasn't entirely feeling her spotty performance. Her delivery felt more forced than sincere compared to everyone else. Then there's the beefy Brian Thompson who shows up every once and awhile to provide some helpful advice, when he's not working out or shoving food into his mouth. Lastly there's the very odd, if rather self-aware cameo by Tippi Hedren.
I know people have their kinks. And no, I'm not talking about the protagonist's love for pineapple pizza. But actually the steamy sex scene involving an orgasm brought upon by marbles being poured onto Sachs' breasts. Oh the ecstasy! Forget about the candle wax, or massage oil fellas, marbles should do the trick.
Visually it's lit and well-shot. Very 80s in style. Plastered with vibrant colours, sometimes neon and spacious white/cream decors. Right down to the glowing waterbed mattress. It simply pops. Cue in the sultry, smooth sax. And talking about bold and sexy, there's a minor part for Shannon Tweed. I wish she had been picked for the lead actress role, but I can see why Mastorakis went with the exotic Sachs. However I wasn't entirely feeling her spotty performance. Her delivery felt more forced than sincere compared to everyone else. Then there's the beefy Brian Thompson who shows up every once and awhile to provide some helpful advice, when he's not working out or shoving food into his mouth. Lastly there's the very odd, if rather self-aware cameo by Tippi Hedren.
I know people have their kinks. And no, I'm not talking about the protagonist's love for pineapple pizza. But actually the steamy sex scene involving an orgasm brought upon by marbles being poured onto Sachs' breasts. Oh the ecstasy! Forget about the candle wax, or massage oil fellas, marbles should do the trick.
In the cold light of day
augustian4 September 2016
Warning: Spoilers
This film is not all that great (Spoilers coming). Normally, erotic thrillers are right up my street but this one failed. If you can believe that someone can do surgery on your teeth without you realising, then all well and good, but really? Mind you, Jeff Lester's acting ability seems only to be staring open-mouthed into the distance or at his hands. Talking of acting, Tippi Hedren makes a small appearance and there is an amusing reference to The Birds but why she chose to appear in this dross is a moot point.
The story by the way is that photographer Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) is having nightmares in which he kills a woman (Adrianne Sachs) he has never met. When said woman turns up at his studio things start to get weird and this being an erotic thriller of course, they embark on an affair. It turns out that Scott has been the subject of an experiment in mind control run by Ken Strom (Marc Singer, who has also done better work than this).
As for the eye candy, there are couple of scenes with models strutting their stuff and Shannon Tweed does a nude scene but not for long enough in my opinion. Adrianne Sachs is great in her nude scene but are glass marbles really the ultimate sex toy? That raised a laugh as well as the waterbed with an internal light - how crass is that? The film may be worth watching for the beautiful women but that is about all.
The story by the way is that photographer Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) is having nightmares in which he kills a woman (Adrianne Sachs) he has never met. When said woman turns up at his studio things start to get weird and this being an erotic thriller of course, they embark on an affair. It turns out that Scott has been the subject of an experiment in mind control run by Ken Strom (Marc Singer, who has also done better work than this).
As for the eye candy, there are couple of scenes with models strutting their stuff and Shannon Tweed does a nude scene but not for long enough in my opinion. Adrianne Sachs is great in her nude scene but are glass marbles really the ultimate sex toy? That raised a laugh as well as the waterbed with an internal light - how crass is that? The film may be worth watching for the beautiful women but that is about all.
Nico Mastorakis....The Name Says It All
rajanxxx31 October 2006
I had just watched "Stella" by Michael Cacoyannis and was quite fascinated with everything Greek.So when I found this movie directed by Zorba the Greek lunatic at my local video shop, I bought it.Needless to say I haven't watched anything Greek or even remotely related to a Greek ever since. The movie is awful beyond imagination.Nico Mastorakis is an embarrassment to Greek cinema and should be forced to put disclaimers on his movie covers.The one rule I have followed in recent times is that never buy a foreign language film without checking about it from reliable sources. A lot of exotic movies like this are poor cousins of B-grade movies.
However if you did LIKE this movie,there is another director I would recommend to you Klaus Menzel. Adios
However if you did LIKE this movie,there is another director I would recommend to you Klaus Menzel. Adios
a cyber-sinister, triumphantly titillating adult thriller Brian de Palma fans won't want to miss!
Weirdling_Wolf8 February 2024
Pixillated 90s thriller 'In The Cold of The Night' doesn't have quite the same notoriety as, Nico Mastorakis's infamous Goat-humping horror 'Island of Death'! Initially resembling a glossily erotic, Zalman King mystery, the film's burnished, neon-hued sleekness belies an inventively disturbing, intricately wrought mystery. Hip photographer, Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) has his laid-back Bohemian lifestyle upset by a series of uncommonly disturbing dreams which finally threaten far more than his sanity! Emancipated from his feverish fantasies, the voluptuous temptress, Kimberly (Adrienne Sachs), is now corporeally manifested into Scott's Venice Beach studio, her intoxicating physical presence leading lustfully to a torrid affair!
Fatally transfixed by Kimberly's silicone valleys, ace photographer, Scott is quite literally consumed, body and soul by this ravishing enigmatic beauty, their impassioned union culminating in an outlandish, memorably mind-warping climax! Whereupon, the sex-sodden shutterbug is dangerously exposed to the tripped-out truth of his pulchritudinous paramour's scintillatingly shady shenanigans. Hardwired to thrill, Nico Mastorakis's neon-noir naughtiness has diabolically duplicitous dames, deadly diodes, and sinister, sharp-suited savages. 'In The Cold of The Night' remains a tripwire taut, off-beat treat, a cyber-sinister, triumphantly titillating adult thriller Brian de Palma fans won't want to miss!
Fatally transfixed by Kimberly's silicone valleys, ace photographer, Scott is quite literally consumed, body and soul by this ravishing enigmatic beauty, their impassioned union culminating in an outlandish, memorably mind-warping climax! Whereupon, the sex-sodden shutterbug is dangerously exposed to the tripped-out truth of his pulchritudinous paramour's scintillatingly shady shenanigans. Hardwired to thrill, Nico Mastorakis's neon-noir naughtiness has diabolically duplicitous dames, deadly diodes, and sinister, sharp-suited savages. 'In The Cold of The Night' remains a tripwire taut, off-beat treat, a cyber-sinister, triumphantly titillating adult thriller Brian de Palma fans won't want to miss!
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TokyoGyaru11 June 2021
First off, the good: the aesthetics. And the women are beautiful (but not at all diverse beyond blonde or brunette, but that's par for the course.) Next, the bad: everything else. And it's yet another "erotic" "thriller" in which we're supposed to root for a main male character who threatens (or outright commits) violence against his love interest only for her to act like nothing happened. And this happens multiple times.
Movies like this are a reminder of how easy it is for some people. When you look these movies, you realize it only takes being white, blonde, with a slim waist and your career is pretty much guaranteed no matter how flat and unappealing your acting is. You very much get the feeling of them being hired for looks alone. And that's the MALE lead.
I think I keep watching these movies because, aside from nostalgia and the aesthetics, because I'm waiting to be pleasantly surprised. The movie has great clothes, great hair, stylish makeup, synth, and giant white houses, but the writing is weird and sucks, the sex scenes are bland, and the acting leaves so much to be desired. Also, the lead compliments a character for being a great "lay," but let me tell you, he himself is not. What a plank of wood, and not in a good way. Also, Shannon Tweed is a superfluous sex toy in this (even more so than usual).
I like lower-budget, non-mainstream films, but they still have to be good. This movie is not good. I fell asleep on it in the middle and woke up past the midpoint, so I missed some things, but what I saw was enough.
Movies like this are a reminder of how easy it is for some people. When you look these movies, you realize it only takes being white, blonde, with a slim waist and your career is pretty much guaranteed no matter how flat and unappealing your acting is. You very much get the feeling of them being hired for looks alone. And that's the MALE lead.
I think I keep watching these movies because, aside from nostalgia and the aesthetics, because I'm waiting to be pleasantly surprised. The movie has great clothes, great hair, stylish makeup, synth, and giant white houses, but the writing is weird and sucks, the sex scenes are bland, and the acting leaves so much to be desired. Also, the lead compliments a character for being a great "lay," but let me tell you, he himself is not. What a plank of wood, and not in a good way. Also, Shannon Tweed is a superfluous sex toy in this (even more so than usual).
I like lower-budget, non-mainstream films, but they still have to be good. This movie is not good. I fell asleep on it in the middle and woke up past the midpoint, so I missed some things, but what I saw was enough.
sinister plot? maybe he just needs a new decorator
zyzzyva2318 July 2002
I only have one thing to say about this movie, and that is that the guy sleeps on a water bed with a fluorescent light *inside* the mattress!
Say what you will about the rest of the film, that alone is one of the dumbest things I have ever seen. No wonder the guy has nightmares.
Say what you will about the rest of the film, that alone is one of the dumbest things I have ever seen. No wonder the guy has nightmares.
As bad as it gets...
Virtuosya9 May 2018
I'm trying to think about one good thing to say about this movie... oh, yes... Adrianne Sachs gets naked. That's about it really.
I can't believe David Soul, Marc Singer and John Beck played in such a crappy movie! O_o
I can't believe David Soul, Marc Singer and John Beck played in such a crappy movie! O_o
Not so bad depending on your expectations.
alienlegend11 January 2023
Warning: Spoilers
A lot of nudity and buxom beautiful girls with a fairly interesting mystery. It does become completely ridiculous and stupid by the end with an impossible rather-sci-fi twist but it is entertaining. If only they could've come up with a better explanation for why he kept dreaming about killing her. Their explanation is just too far fetched and ludicrous. Sure, the acting and dialogue is laughably bad at times but at least the girls are gorgeous. Hot mess, as another review said, is an accurate description. I just expected a bottom-shelf erotic thriller and that's what I got so I'm pretty happy. Some parts are pretty erotic (at least for this type of film and in this low-budget category) and there is some style at times with pretty good cinematography.
Dream Woman
kosmasp30 August 2022
Or is it nightmare woman? No pun intended - and a typical 90s thriller. The acting really isn't up to the - well any standard for that matter. But it is what it is. And this is a movie that has some skin (nudity) to it. While trying to make us feel the thrill from start to finish. Might not work for everyone.
But this tries to concentrate on the story, so there is not that much erotic stuff, if that is what you are looking for. Do not waste your time is what I am saying. Visually this is also quite clearly a product of the 90s. There is not a high budget this is working with - this just meets ends - or however that saying goes.
But this tries to concentrate on the story, so there is not that much erotic stuff, if that is what you are looking for. Do not waste your time is what I am saying. Visually this is also quite clearly a product of the 90s. There is not a high budget this is working with - this just meets ends - or however that saying goes.
Don't bother renting this movie
Hal-594 March 1999
Extremely sexy leading lady; extremely dumb story
lor_13 June 2023
My review was written in January 1991 after watching the movie on Republic Pictures video cassette.
A very sexy lead performance by Adrienne Sachs highlights the farfetched nightmare thriller "In the Cold of the Night". Pic should score in the sex noir video and cable market; it's available in both NC-17 and R formats.
Filmmaker Nico Mastorakis harks back to the 1982 thriller "Blind Date" (one of Kirstie Alley's first leading roles) for a sci-fi thriller plot that has too many holes and is too attenuated for its own good.
Glamor photographer Jeff Lester is haunted by nightmares starring Sachs as a woman (whom he's never met in real life) that he kills. Shrink David Soul can't help much, and Leter's sex life with beauties like Shannon Tweed (a young vet of this genre) is hampered by his violent craziness brought on by the bad dreams.
Sachs shows up in the flesh in the third reel and pic slows down for endless sack time of her with Lester. Though the viewer knows they're headed for an unhappy ending, it's rewarding to watch this young actress. Lester is a bit bland; the role could have benefited from a name actor.
Film's credibility comes unglued with the introduction of Marc Singer as Sachs' boyfriend, who has rigged up a ludicrous mind-controlling experiment involving implants and laser disk recordings. Finale is a confusing anticlimax.
Mastorakis brings plenty of visual style to the thriller genre, and should attract a following in the wake of similar sex-oriented titles "Night Eyes", "Last Call" and "Deceptions". His in-jokes are poor, such as Tippi Hedren guest starring as Sachs' unlikely mom, who "has this thing about birds" or Lester glumly watching laser disks of Mastorakis' films "The Wind" and "Glitch".
A corny musical score, credited to many people, features a wailing tenor sax whenever the Pavlovian sex is about to begin.
A very sexy lead performance by Adrienne Sachs highlights the farfetched nightmare thriller "In the Cold of the Night". Pic should score in the sex noir video and cable market; it's available in both NC-17 and R formats.
Filmmaker Nico Mastorakis harks back to the 1982 thriller "Blind Date" (one of Kirstie Alley's first leading roles) for a sci-fi thriller plot that has too many holes and is too attenuated for its own good.
Glamor photographer Jeff Lester is haunted by nightmares starring Sachs as a woman (whom he's never met in real life) that he kills. Shrink David Soul can't help much, and Leter's sex life with beauties like Shannon Tweed (a young vet of this genre) is hampered by his violent craziness brought on by the bad dreams.
Sachs shows up in the flesh in the third reel and pic slows down for endless sack time of her with Lester. Though the viewer knows they're headed for an unhappy ending, it's rewarding to watch this young actress. Lester is a bit bland; the role could have benefited from a name actor.
Film's credibility comes unglued with the introduction of Marc Singer as Sachs' boyfriend, who has rigged up a ludicrous mind-controlling experiment involving implants and laser disk recordings. Finale is a confusing anticlimax.
Mastorakis brings plenty of visual style to the thriller genre, and should attract a following in the wake of similar sex-oriented titles "Night Eyes", "Last Call" and "Deceptions". His in-jokes are poor, such as Tippi Hedren guest starring as Sachs' unlikely mom, who "has this thing about birds" or Lester glumly watching laser disks of Mastorakis' films "The Wind" and "Glitch".
A corny musical score, credited to many people, features a wailing tenor sax whenever the Pavlovian sex is about to begin.
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