Deadly Embrace

My review was written in February 1989 after watching the film on Prism video cassette.

"Deadly Embrace" is an off-beat film noir, going direct to video. More care and a bigger budget would have helped.

Framed by an awkward and irritating flashback structure, pic has Ken Abraham as a hapless young stud hired (rather suspiciously) to work as a houseman at rich businessman Jan-Michael Vincent's Beverly Hills estate.

Vincent only has time for weekends at home, leaving his beautiful wife (Ty Randolph) alone and lonely. Her affair with Abraham starts on cue, but is disrupted when Abraham has his cute young girlfriend (perky Linnea Quigley) visit and shack up with him.

Blackmailing and doublecrossing enuse, with a surprise ending. The flashback structure, with abstract shots of the hands of two guys, smoking, across a table while they voice-over the plot, doesn't pay off.

Despite top billing, Vincent merely walks through this assignment. This focuses attention on Randolph, who is an impressive presence as the neglected wife. She previously used the monikers Tyler Windsor Randolph and Mindi Miller for screen credits in "Amazons" and "Body Double".

Tech credits are okay but on the cheap side.

Jan Michael Vincent puts in one of Hollywood's most wooden performances as a philandering husband bizarrely determined to resist the obvious charms of his wife, the gorgeous Ty Randolph.

Randolph manages to skilfully combine poignancy and a charged eroticism to her role as the neglected and ultimately disturbed wife.

Ultimately, the poor plot and acting performances of the other principals condemns Deadly Embrace to mediocrity.

Wow, what can i say about this movie, Jan-Michael Vincent reportedly had just come out of rehab and accepted this movie, apparently he needed some fast cash, he actually looks quite healthy, tanned, thin, fit, and looks the California surfer type with his sun bleached hair, his scenes with Jack Carter are the only parts that give this film any credibility and in fact, seemed, that many of those scenes (if not all) were filmed separately, as the film cuts to JMV then Carter but i found it to contain quite a bit of humor, though this wasn't it's intention. The actor, who plays Chris (Chris Bauer)seems to me, like this was probably his first acting job and was probably paid scale (if that) in such a low budget production, the scenes between him and Linea Quigley are embarrassing stale with a total lack of chemistry between two people very unfamiliar with each other, it's also obvious that there was no rehearsal and the scenes were taken on one shot (again keeping the budget down) the so-called mansion looks middle-class at best, this film was shot in 3 days and looks it. The premise has JMV looking for a way out of his marriage, in his words "The novelty has worn off" and wants to take up with his moronic, brain-dead secretary, while his sex-starved wife (Ty Randolph) does everything within her womanly power to seduce the young Chris (Chris Bauer) and gets her wish but Chris has regrets about it when Qugley comes to visit, because it was filmed so quickly and to give it legit running time, it has fantasy soft core scenes adding additional minutes of footage probably to get it distributed, but you'll need to FF through these to get the predictable ending, JMV at one time was considered a viable star but why in the world he didn't concentrate on interesting minor character roles, in major studio releases, instead of top billing in trash like this, is beyond me.

While being a far from exact science, thus far, my 'watch as many Linnea Quigley horror movies as possible' has generously yielded a goodly many titillatingly tasty horror treats from this most delectable of hard-bodied Scream Queens, and this serially smutty, late night flesh-peddlar about a persistently philandering husband (Jan-Michael Vincent), his bored, grossly neglected increasingly neurotic wife, and their young, lusty, altogether handsy handyman coalesce into deliciously steamy celluloid overkill, all of this heady, sweaty-palmed B-Movie ooze given additional zest with the preternaturally perky presence of bodaciously pop-topping, hot-botting creamy 80s scream dream Linnea Quigley, and I found much trashy edification in this smouldering hot 'Deadly Embrace'. Boozy cooze-hound Jan-Michael Vincent amusingly made for a suitably sleazy slime-bag in this low budget, body glossy, steamily skeevey, fleshy fabulous, garishly voyeuristic, psycho-headed soft gore suburban romp that'll get far more than your neighbour's curtain's twitching!

A typically cheap David DeCoteau production that was shot in 5 days, but without any of the campy fun of some of his other works like Nightmare Sisters or Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama. It's a competently made erotic thriller, but lacking any real style or narrative slow. Nudity fans get a good amount of equal opportunity skin from both men and women, but the script feels like it was written on the spot and all the actors seem like they're reading from a teleprompter.