With more twists than a drunken joy ride down Mullholland Drive in the wee a.m., Sins of the Night delivers a mixture of contemporary erotica and familiar nostalgia. Reliable clichés such as the hard drinking, womanizing P.I. are given a refreshing shake-up in the person of Jack Nietsche (Nick Cassevettes), a recent parolee doing grunt work for the Anaconda (snake, get it?) Insurance company. (A typical day for Jack is snapping shots of wheelchair-bound Michelle Brin, as she chucks her wheels and gives her boyfriend a ride around the world – a knockout sequence completely superfluousto the plot, but who the hell cares?)
When Jack's slimy boss Quincy (Matt Roe) puts him on the tail of a very gorgeous – and very missing – stripper (Deborah Shelton), the plot coagulates into a quagmire of steamy misdirection. Protecting her privacy like a lioness, Shelton manipulates Jack with sexual favors. Naturally, he's too horny and stupid a rogue to realize that her sights are set on murder and the inheritance of her Mafia husband's (Miles O'Keefe) considerable estate.
Shelton projects animal instincts as she beds Cassevetes, her liquid eyes drawing us in as well. (Her all-too short stripping sequences also smoler!) Michelle Moffett bares all as Nick's girlfriend, but alas the most we see of Courtney Taylor are her lithesome legs. Fans of the XXX film Bodies in Heat may be able to guess the ending, but Sins virtually liberates the genre with torrid intensity.