One of the amusing things about Private dramas is that despite the fact that their cast members actually hail from Europe, they always wind up sound like Peter Sellers (or, worse, Walter Koenig) with a bad cold.  Toss in an espionage premise, and the potential for a pretty good comedy is practically halfway home.  Lethal Information, with its constant computer hacking, rain-slicked pavements, gunfights, foot- and helicopter-chases, is serious as cancer.

Okay, so we're being facetious.  The feature is chockful of eye-catching production values, plus sharp lighting and videography.  Imagine replacing the pyrotechnics from a James Bond movie with a juicy blowjob, a d.p. and a huge goosh of sperm across the Bond girl's lips.  (Or, in this case, numerous Bond girls.) That's Lethal Information in a nutshell.  No one scene stands out, but they're all satisfyingly explicit.  They make it in warehouses, they make it in jail cells, hell, they make it in horse-drawn carriages.