A guilty pleasure. Sleazy, blunt, with a lot of silly dialogue, but well-paced and quite exciting thanks to Ferrara's fine directing. It is hard to decide if it is a generic 1980s action movie featuring a battle of good and evil with a side of romance, or something a bit different. Other themes sip in when crime lords falsely suspect each other of the killings, with the characterization of the police, and with regard to women's social position. It is all crudely drawn, but adds color.

An ex-boxer runs a talent agency contracting strippers for local New York clubs, but his girls are getting carved up by a psychopath with crazy martial arts skills. Ferrara is great at capturing the scuzzy feel of the streets of New York, and the final fight in an alleyway is surprisingly effective. Tons of nudity, too: if you've ever wanted to see Melanie Griffith shaking her ass wearing nothing but a G-string, this is your movie.

With a premise like this, a martial arts serial killer, lurid amounts of nudity, trite references to lesbianism, and boxing and crime subplots crammed together into only around 90 minutes, its surprising how dull the end result is. Maybe its personal taste but it proves that guilty pleasures depend on particular individuals' tastes and will not apply to everyone.