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Body Chemistry 3

Body Chemistry 3

Released Apr 30th, 1994
Running Time 90
Director Jim Wynorski
Company Concorde
Distribution Company New Horizons
Critical Rating Not Yet Rated
Genre Alternative

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Crazed psychologists on film have a venerable history dating way back to the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1919) — there's so many that a whole sub-genre of erotic thrillers could easily be labelled "pink shrinks", and we're not talking political affiliations here. Sadly the contrivances that make the majority of them so dim-witted are with us still; never more fatuously executed than in Body Chemistry 3. We're asked to believe that knockout sex therapist Shari Shattuck hosts a cable TV show where her anonymous callers each have a direct video feed to the studio, so they can talk dirty, bare tits and bondage gear for the viewers at home! In my fevered mind, this puts the willing suspension of disbelief in the same scummy pond of psychological plausibility as a truth session with a roomful of compulsive automobile salesman.

Nevertheless, weaselly TV producer (talk about redundancies) Andrew Stevens becomes entranced by Shattuck, particularly when a pilot writer fills him in in the details of Shattuck's personal life — which happens to include a corpse or two of her former boyfriends. Quicker than you can say Fatal Attraction, these two are colluding in bed like junk bond dealers; Andrew at first attempting to wrangle away the rights to her life storv, later simply to wrangle her obsessive little ass out of his life when Shattuck makes herself just a tad bit demonstrative, particularly when his wife (Morgan Fairchild) is just around the corner.

In fact, Fairchild spends so much time rounding corners in this flick that she should have been cast as a mason. Her role relegates her to an annoying insect-like whine in the background, and if you think her single love scene with Stevens was done without a stunt double, a trip to a real shrink wouldn't be such a bad idea. The entire cast does an admirable job struggling with real "B" material, particularly a movie-within-a-movie "surprise" ending which unravels more like a nap-within-a-coma. Given the inane premise, director Wynorski squeezes as much suspense and gratuitous T&A out of the story as possible. With nice tech specs and Shattuck's awesome form, this is a most definite plus for the viewer.



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