Night Of Misconduct

English soft-porn flicks are so predictable that you feel that you could have directed them better yourself. This one follows the stream of predictability so closely, it should be given some sort of an award for it. One detective, complete with a raincoat, hat and cigarette; one floozie, dressed like a whore, a cigarette, but this time in a long holder; one ruffian, out there to make it rich – with the woman’s help; one millionaire who spends fifteen minutes of the movie trying to feel up the woman, and the rest of the movie as a corpse; some other characters, who also want to make it rich trying to get the corpse which has a high price tag attached to it. That should broadly give you the idea.

The story is a direct lift from any one of the numerous James Hadley Chase novels, and the characters are inspired from the gangster movies era. The lighting is dark and gloomy and it’s perpetually raining. When you come out of the theater, you have this feeling of having seen it all before. Nothing much in the form of steamy scenes – the censors doing a neat job – and the rest of the movie is a who-gets-the-dough question, which even the simplest moron could answer. Last word – yaaaaaaawn!