Probably inevitable after the recent run of Theresa Russell movies. Here she intersects with co-writer/director Ken Russell (The Devils (1971)) in the aftermath of Pretty Woman (1990). Deborah Dalton collaborated on a screenplay based on a play by Brit David Hines.
Russell leads as a working girl in L.A. She mostly serves her lines up direct to camera and a very few of those are tepidly amusing, probably because of her delivery. Benjamin Mouton is her ice-cold pimp. Both characters are stereotypes. There's nothing particularly graphic, novel or bent to it. It is unclear why they bothered with a plot. It sort-of works as a time capsule of the time and place, specifically some parts of the city closed to vehicles.
The cast is a little interesting. Brief bestie Elizabeth Morehead played Christine Kochanski in the (news to me, apparently dire) US remake of Red Dwarf (1992). (Incredibly they got Robert Llewellyn involved in that.) Antonio Fargas as a rasta, Danny Trejo a tattooist, Jack Nance a straight good Samaritan. It's difficult to know what to blame (the weak script, the witless backstories of the characters) or if the whole thing was misconceived.
Roger Ebert: three stars. At least "she isn't completely strung out on drugs." Vincent Canby: "surprisingly plain", "not pornographic", "not much of anything." "It's difficult to tell whether this was an artistic decision or one dictated by a limited budget." Caryn James on the genre at the time.
