First of all, if you're going to have male nudity in a film during a sex scene, don't make the guy look like he's just stepped out of a cold shower. That was an indication from the beginning that this is just a cheap piece of pulp fiction trash with absolutely no moral guidance, and considering that this deals with Catholicism, it's obvious that the non-believing agenda of the people who put this together was in overdrive.
Daphne Zuniga is the mistress of a married mobster, nearly turned into steak tartar when the wife storms in and blows the husband's gingerbread right off of him. She manages to get to the bathroom and walks in, and the wife continues to spray bullets through the wall, not even to check if her intended victim is dead. Zuniga heads to see priest Tom Berenger in confession, and it's certainly a far cry from the gossipy old biddies doing anything but confess their sins. Zuniga, absolutely unappealing, draws him into her web which makes him question his vows of chastity. They end up in Mexico where secrets of the mob are revealed, with the exception of how this script ended up getting produced.
Berenger, in spite of not being italian, did convince me to some degree that he was right for his part, but he's surrounded by a New York City of amoral women, starting with the one who intrudes on him and cop pal Chick Vennera at lunch, tries to convince him that they had a fling, and offended when Vennera insults her for her rudeness. This film is overwhelmed with segments as tacky as that one, and is it accomplished anything, it was that it kept me intrigued to see if it could top itself. It's trash dressed up in a pretty package, but the quote "Designing Women", compost in a nice dress is still compost. I love a good unintentional comedy, and this certainly qualifies as one of the best, in addition to one of the worst films of the '80s.
Daphne Zuniga is the mistress of a married mobster, nearly turned into steak tartar when the wife storms in and blows the husband's gingerbread right off of him. She manages to get to the bathroom and walks in, and the wife continues to spray bullets through the wall, not even to check if her intended victim is dead. Zuniga heads to see priest Tom Berenger in confession, and it's certainly a far cry from the gossipy old biddies doing anything but confess their sins. Zuniga, absolutely unappealing, draws him into her web which makes him question his vows of chastity. They end up in Mexico where secrets of the mob are revealed, with the exception of how this script ended up getting produced.
Berenger, in spite of not being italian, did convince me to some degree that he was right for his part, but he's surrounded by a New York City of amoral women, starting with the one who intrudes on him and cop pal Chick Vennera at lunch, tries to convince him that they had a fling, and offended when Vennera insults her for her rudeness. This film is overwhelmed with segments as tacky as that one, and is it accomplished anything, it was that it kept me intrigued to see if it could top itself. It's trash dressed up in a pretty package, but the quote "Designing Women", compost in a nice dress is still compost. I love a good unintentional comedy, and this certainly qualifies as one of the best, in addition to one of the worst films of the '80s.