It ain't exactly Chinatown, but director Wesley Emerson and writer Martin Brimmer turn their hands to a neo-noir number in Peppers. Julian Julian plays a tough-talking' private dick who gets his license suspender after icing three guys in pursuit of Steve Hatcher. Stuck with matrimonial work, he is assigned by sleazy mainstream indie movie producer Tyc Buné to tail his wife and get pictures of her infidelities. Meanwhile, private dick Kylie Ireland, when she isn't getting boringly diddled by straight-arrow fiancé Kyle Stone, has been engaged by Julian's fiancée Shelbee Myne to see if he's really a private eye or what. The big finish has Julian figuring out exactly what Buné is really up to, and taking the law —and Kylie— into his own hands.

Julian is good-looking and a good sex performer, but has trouble delivering Brimmer's hard-boiled lines with the anachronistic flair that is needed to talk like Bogart in the 1990s. Kylie, on the other hand, is only required to look quizzically at Julian when he delivers these anachronistic tongue-twisters, and she does this quite well. Kudos to George Kaplan for his quick bit as a tough-talking police detective who looks like he wandered in from L.A. Confidential.

Seven sex scenes (one g/g), three featuring Kylie, who looks marvelous. Substantial softcore footage from the cable version is in evidence here, adding a tease element to the proceedings.

Pre-nom for Brimmer's screenplay.