Wild Orchid II: Two Shades of Blue

Why did anyone keep giving Zalman King money to make these? And how did Tom Skerritt keep getting sucked into these things? You'd think "Poison Ivy" would have been enough to teach my fellow Seattle-ite to stop riding the 90's Alyssa Milano erotic thriller burn-out-coaster (he's really the only thing even passing for okay in this). To Tom's credit, he grits through with as straight a face as humanly possible. A great actor reduced to, well, "this." The other actors plow through it in what I suspect is some kind of drug and alcohol-rehabiitation parole requirement.

On the plus side, the garage sale I bought this at did come with a free box of tissues. I think that's positive.