While the noirish script about a down and out hit man (Brian Surewood, in a surprisingly convincing performance) who gets framed for murder is a bit meandering and pat, it's basically involving and not overtly stupid.
The production values, meanwhile, are solid, though by no means distinctive, except for some haunting jazz on the soundtrack. That leaves the sex - fairly hot throughout - to almost single-handily lift Dangerous Flesh into the ranks of above-average couples fare.
Highlights include the always-beautiful sight of surgically perfect porn Barbie doll Tabitha Stevens getting d.p.'d and Shelbee Myne fervently riding Todd Alexander, then face fielding his fairly copious load.
That money shot, however, is eclipsed in the closer when Surewood blows his wad into Kelsey's eye with enough force to send her running to the nearest chiropractor. Come, uh, cum, to think about it, it's virtually the only time in the entire tape we see Surewood's hit man shoot anything.