Aside from atrocious audio feedback in a couple of scenes (it's supposed to sound like the background goings-on at a TV station, but you'd swear it was wave jamming from a Puerto Rican ham radio broadcast), Torch 2 has some real sexual energy...possibly for the simple reason that director Thomas remains one of the few people who at this stage of industry mass nonchalance cares to toss the viewer a visual stimuli bone now and then.

Heather Hunter thinks she's going to be a local TV station's weather girl but, instead, becomes the next Lisa Olsen - at the expense of sportsmeister Tom Byron who's eased out of his job (he's caught doing a no-no with cheerleader Trixie Tyler on camera).  In the best tradition of Cinderella, Hunter winds up being an unexpected ratings bonanza on the even of the Super Bowl.  All the while, Heather gets to sample the jocks and Byron winds up screwing the lady station exec (red-haired bombshell Amanda Stone, being billed as Camille).  Notwithstanding Stone's puzzling Three Faces of Eve credits transformation, her erotic scene with Byron is primo.

Even with a Cincinnati Bengals' Sam Wyche plot about the coach disallowing female reporters in the locker room tossed in for requisite plot mulch, you'll find that Torch 2 can't begin to touch it's prequel for plot or acting.  But the sequel is every bit it's equal and in some cases more so in the sexual vein.  The Stone/Camille scene is a standout.