In The Cold Of The Night (1990)

A fashion photographer (Jeff Lester) suffers from nightmares in which he is killing a beautiful girl (Adrianne Sachs). When he meets the girl, they begin a torrid affair but the nightmares don't stop. Directed by Nico Mastorakis, a director whose work I'm not familiar with but apparently he specializes in these so called "erotic" thrillers. Personally, I found this about as erotic as a dose of herpes. If the plot sounds familiar, it's because it's a ripoff of EYES OF LAURA MARS. Lester has all the charisma of a Craig Wasson and as an actor he's a cipher and he's just about in every frame of the movie. This is the kind of movie Brian De Palma can do effortlessly (think BODY DOUBLE) and Mastorakis is no De Palma. When we finally find out what's behind all these nightmares, the explanation is ludicrous. It's a great looking film, I'll give it that. The cinematographer Andreas Bellis knows how to frame a movie. The dialog is cringe inducing, so much so that I began wondering if the film was meant to be a parody of erotic thrillers but it's not witty enough for that. With Tippi Hedren (the only one in the cast who doesn't embarrass herself), Marc Singer, David Soul, John Beck and Shannon Tweed.